In Jack’s mind, a committee gathered to decide his best course of action.
Scotch: “It should be obvious that scotch is the way to go. Refined men drink scotch with money to spend.”
Beer: “Except Jack is neither refined nor rich. Just go with the Bud Light. Quantity beats quality tonight!”
Rum: “More like pissing away the night. Rum is clearly superior with coke. Oh crap, someone stole the coke!”
Vodka: **hides the coke**. “Mixers are for the weak. Real men take Vodka straight.”
White Russian: “The dude isn’t Russian enough. Go with the Caucasian mannn…”
Tequila: “He doesn’t have a death sentence yet. Let miss Tequila cheer you up 🙂 ”
Jäger: “Did I hear Tequila? Wait for my boys! Shit, we’re out of Redbull.”
Long Island: “How about some iced tea, hmmm, hmmm, hmmmmmmm”
Wine: “He’s not falling for that again. Just buy some red wine and leave.”
Gin: “Agreed, and pick up some aged gin along the way.”
After much ado, the committee still couldn’t reach a decision. Jack got a glass of water and left with a headache.