Jack peered deeply in his almost empty beer pint. He rubbed his throbbing temples before taking another swing. "hate people?" he barked (pun intended) out a laughter. "Oh ya. I do hate them, but most notably they seem to hate me as well." it's probably your charming personality Jack. He frowned as the werewolf slowly scratches his chin. Unlike Black he was more of a slowed down drunk. Reacting to things 4 seconds late and frowning a lot. Even alcohol couldn't bring a smile on this grumpy man's face. "I have many secrets, but I got a hunch that you have your own fair share of them," Jack bounced back. Reaching for his arm and scratched the still fresh looking marks. "Hu?" his gaze dipped to said arm. Another frown. "Oh you're right," he said. Sluggishly. "Maybe a doctor can uh.. Dip some salt on it or whatever they do." Another long pause. "Oh yes, munchies! I'd like some chickens please. Uh.. I meant wings. Not entire chickens, of course."