Ah, men. Testosterone. Chest hair. Man things. - To be fair, it wasn't Jacob's scene, so to speak, either. He was more flamboyant than most men (or those that stuck to very narrow definitions of masculinity) could tolerate to stand to name one of their own. He was a theater kid. - Anyway, this was a men's night gathering of scientists. It wasn't exactly the most macho group of beefy men ever. (Which was good. That sounded bad.)
So, Jacob was very excited by the prospect of a Gathering of the Men! Not to mention, drinking, which was strictly forbidden in large quantities at his own household. Not to mention, it was wonderfully freeing, even the idea of being away from everyone for a night - away from everyone, except Men. He biked through the snow expertly, his helmet strapped under his chin. It was cold and dark, but the island wasn't so big that he would freeze before he arrived at Tetsuo's, whose house he had been at... well, never. But he knew where it was. Anyway, he was bringing salty (healthy!) snacks. They were fine in the cold.
As he arrived, the porch light on and bright in the darkness, he could see some bodies moving about in the living room. Jacob smiled and locked his bike to itself (not that, if it was stolen, he wouldn't find it. Another advantage to living in such a small community, really).
From just outside the door, he took a deep breath and then more or less bellowed: "AVAST, MEN!" - before striding through the front door. His own shoes were frozen to his feet, the red laces trapped under snow. But that was okay. He would stomp all the snow out!
Travis, Julius, and Tetsuo were all present - so things were just getting started. "Canadian beer? If were're aiming for high quality, I'd vote German, Julius. No offense to your beautiful, very nice country."