"Light her up then," Marco shrugged. It wasn't one hundred proof at least. "Pops always taught me the best stuff is best at room temperature, and that's how I drink it anyway," because it was too much effort any other way. "But everyone's got their own traditions." Even if he did still consider Shanks a jerk, he could acknowledge that much at least.

As for the occasion, Marco briefly flipped through the journal to gesture to Meep's post. "Hot girls caused a war in jealousy over Nam-chan. We're going to make a drinking game of it." Was that terrible? Marco still wasn't sure. Nor did he know if it mattered if it was or not.