Hell if I know? Half of it's weird alien crap anyway.

[ Not that he's got the hugest selection right now, between the bonfire and what little he's managed to bribe or fuck out of the staff, but it's enough to get two grown men (well, he's not sure that's what Bro even is) good and hammered, and that's the headspace Jack's going to need to be in tonight if he doesn't want to end up strangling somebody who can't teleport. There might even be enough for Cal, since Jack's halfway convinced he's actually alive at this point. ]

Pretty sure I've got whiskey, though. And some purple crap that gets you drunk as hell and tastes... shiny? However the hell that works. You in or what?