"Ima Jameson man, myself." He said and took a long drink of his whiskey and coke. It was always the same drink for him, whiskey and coke. He'd developed a sort of tolerance for whiskey that no other hard liquor allowed him. He was an alcoholic by the truest of standards and didn't care to change it.
Though if someone asked Mad Sweeney if he were one, he'd probably say he was Irish, thinking that it explained everything.
"Name's Sweeney," he said and extended his hand to the fellow beside him.