Beyond the scrapes on his hand from where his knuckles met the guy's face, he's fine. Pretty drunk. Not incoherent yet, and not falling over. His smile's a little off, though.

"Why wouldn't it be? Everything's fuckin' great."

He was hoping for some reminder of why they were here. He didn't think it was likely that they were here to have fun. Richard didn't seem like the party type, really, and Jimmy tended to get into fights at parties. It must have been business, then, but there was no way in hell he was gonna let Richard know he'd completely forgotten what he was doing about halfway through his walk over here.