A Drink After A Good Spar (Plo and anyone else)

[Jakob Burton]

Jake walks in, with Plo at his side. Picking a spot at the bar, Jake sits, and orders a whiskey on the rocks.

"I wonder....what do......those of your race....drink? And what is your race? I haven't met any others of your kind."

[Jackson DeWitt]

Jackson tops off the bourbon glass, pouring amber over a pair of ice cubes. He sets the glass in front of Jacob, with a smile.

"That sure was some fight, Mister."

[Jakob Burton]

"Thanks, man. It was a good fight, although I did kinda lose. But then again, I know my limits, and breathing toxic gas does some stuff to you."

Jake downs the glass.