Jack understood the conditions. In all honesty this was a dangerous thing for him, considering the last time he also sunk into the liquor he'd nearly committed suicide. He'd told Sam that if he got in to deep, and things started heading south it couldn't happen again. Not even the being in a bar part. But for now things were okay, he was on drink number three and going strong. A little misty eyed as the liquor was kicking in but nowhere near real drunkenness yet. He had been a nervous mess earlier. Trying to deal and not being ready in the least. This would help with that part. Hopefully. He'd called in sick already for work the next day. So at least he didn't have that part to worry about when the hangover from hell came around.
Ruby had said that the others had worst times. But they'd been in his head. In his emotions. He felt things that they wanted him to feel and he was terrified of it. He'd taken alot from this city and gotten right back up again, but mind tricking was another thing all together. He didn't know how to move past it. How to begin coping. "C'mon, we could Paten it and everything. Beer IV and coffee IV we'd be all kinds of filthy rich. We could have a pool of money. Swim in money, Sam. Like the cartoons." He mused as he drank from the bottle again.
The last time he drank was when he was with Kira. When she had her whole running away fiasco and his affair with Charlie. Jack shook his head and ran a hand through his dreads. "How'd you do it?" He asked suddenly changing the subject and raising a curious eyebrow at his friend.