Rattlesnake Jack stared at the Clown, his friend, as an entire bottle of whiskey was being thrown at him. He had harnessed many reflexes for this moment, all those bar-fights, all those lobbed bottles, he was ready for it. Rattlesnake Jack jumped up to the side as he held out his hands. He watched as the bottle came flying forth and by some sort of [i]miracle[/i] he caught it, as he cradled it in his hands.  

"YEEE-HAAAW!" He declared as he fell down into the water below, clutching onto his prize. Standing back up, with half of his body soaking wet, he held out the bottle with his right hand as he raised it boldly. He eyed it with joy. He then stared incredulously at Rawk, "Slick, relax and take a swig of any sweet booze. It's good fer ya."