Cesar doesn't look well. He looks like he's about to be sick, and that he's only holding back by the fraying threads of his concentration. Too much alcohol on an empty stomach, too much excitement, too many shocks--even an emotionally dubious one is the straw that breaks the camel's back.

He gives Nux a nauseous stare.

It's pretty much all the warning he'll get before Cesar leans to the side and loses all the alcohol he'd just consumed and then some. He sinks to his knees in the process, unable to support himself otherwise.

Dignity? Thy name is not Cesar Sanches-Ortiz.