McCoy makes a face, taking the alcohol. "What if I want to go home with the bartender, huh?" he complains, and is only half joking. Bartenders have great taste and have to stay sober in a mess of idiots and McCoy thinks he has it in him to pull the guy. Sighing, he takes his shot and leaves the rest standing, not sure where to even wade in.

"I didn't realize you were after a threesome tonight," he says, taking another shot because he needs it, for that work. "Shit, Jim, no beginners work for me, not at all."