He takes the bottle, grinning down at Jack for a moment before taking a few hefty swigs. That's the only way this is going to go down and he knows as much, kind of suspects that's how it'll happen whenever they get together outside of a dream. A bottle of whiskey, at least, to take the edge off, to make it fun rather than a pissing match.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he leans down, bottle still firmly grasped in hand as he pushes into a fierce, crashing kiss. This will happen either way, so why not take the plunge? Better to take than be taken.