"There is a way for me to get a "buzz"."
He set the drink down, "How's that?"
"Well," Jack seemed suddenly a little shy about sharing, "it's blood."
Not even half surprised, "It always is isn't it?"
"You gotta have a lot in your system... like enough to be near O.D. We're not doing that."
"We? When did this become a joint decision? It's my body, thank you very much." Dan's charity and diminished decision making skills were telling him he wanted to do this.
"Rhodes! This man wants to O.D. I'm cutting him off!"
Rhodes looked over at Jack a bit suspiciously; he was the new guy, and an odd one at that. He was with Dan though, who answered up, "It's not your money paying for the drinks now is it? We'll have two more over here Rhodes!
The man behind the bar continued to eyeball the booth, but went about fixing up two more drinks.
Turned to Jack and have a high little smug grin that said, 'There, watcha gonna do?'
"Don't make me fight dirty here..."
"Come on, I bring you in here telling you you need to learn how to relax, and I'm gonna show you a good time after all the shit we've been through, and then I find out you can't. Now what kind of host does that? I've practically been rubbing it in your face this whole time. How do you think that makes me feel? Like a bad friend.
Jack still wasn't sold, and wasn't going to be any time soon, "Look, I'm having fun talking, but if you try to take that away things will get...messy."
"From all the vomiting I'm gonna be doing. Haven't gotten shit faced in awhile. Just remember, I'm doing this for you!" He's chuckling like it was some kind of joke. Rhodes brings the drinks over, "Another bites the dust. Thanks there, Rhodey."
"Seriously I'm warning you."
Dan was already knocking back a third while looking at Jack with a laugh in his eyes.
Before his practically suicidal pal could, Jack grabbed the fourth drink, "I like this place but every time we go to a bar bad things happen."
He set the empty glass back down, "Rhodes has put up with a lot from me." It takes him a moment to locate the last drink, "Ah come on man. I let you throw me through the air like some football. AND slap some dweebs around with my shoe. There's probably dweeb all over the bottom of it now."
The look he was giving Dan had reached a certain level of seriousness, "Last warning…it's gonna get ugly."
"How bout we try something different then? You'll let me enjoy that last drink so it doesn't go to waste. Seriously, Rhodes makes the best old fashioned, and then we'll do some psychic experimentation!" Dan wiggles his fingers mysteriously.
A long pause, "Fine..." He put the drink back on the table.
"Thank you." Over exaggeratedly, Dan sips the beverage like a perfect gentleman.