The Bar at the End of the Universe

And then there was a cowboy sitting at the bar, probably seeming much more at home in the place than he felt; bars were the cowboy's secondary habitat, after 'outdoors' after all. Just not usually ones that seemed to be... in space. That he couldn't leave.

Jack was looking for the answer to that in the only place to find answers in a bar- the bottom of a bottle. If someone cared to come and try and explain things to him, he'd be grateful.

Well, he'd probably think they were insane. But Jack Twist was more than capable of appreciating insanity. He'd lived it for a long time, after all.