After a long day of Bounty hunting all around, it's normal for the two of you to resort to drinking over in Blackwater, as much as you two dislike the town. Jack leans on a wall with a beer bottle in hand, snickering away and joking along with you, who is leaning on the bar counter and laughing along.

Jack boasts About what he had done during the bounty hunting, naturally playing up his achievements and milking them for all that they were worth - and rightfully so, in a way, as he had done very good on them.

You only listen intently, taking swigs from your bottle every now and then.

"And— you saw how that guy looked at me, huh? The fool damn near shit himself!" He sneers, slurring his words a bit.

"And it ain't like I had my gun on him or anythin'! I was just asking for him to come on!"