Jack's not much for drinking other than socially these days. He likes to stay on top of his game, and it's just not the same if he can't get drunk anyway. This place is kind of cute, with the jukebox and the southwestern style of things. Jack's hanging around looking at the wall of heroes in curiosity, wondering what exactly each person's story is and how it applies to the bar in general.

He's looking about as non-casual as ever in his customary braces and button-down under his RAF greatcoat, but fitting in's never really been his style. And besides, there's no use fitting in in a party setting, right? At least the greatcoat will get him noticed. Easy to spot a man like him, after all.