[Funnily enough, Jack will be at the bar for much of the evening as well. He takes a seat in his customary spot and shakes out a couple of pills into one palm, chasing them with his favorite variety of rum -- Screech.
How did it become his favorite? It's like the worst stuff ever.
He glances over at a man who is obviously a newcomer.]
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How did it become his favorite? It's like the worst stuff ever.
He glances over at a man who is obviously a newcomer.]
You ever burn your tonsils out with liquor, mate?