Jim doesn't intend to get in these situations. They just end up in his lap, literally, which is how he ended up with a pair of beautiful blue-skinned women on his knees and how their not so pleased brother is currently pounding his face in. He staggers over to the bar to find a weapon to use when he slams into someone drinking there.

"Sorry," he slurs around alcohol and a mouth full of blood and then he realizes it's Bones. "Hey! Vouch for me? I was just playing."