Rattlesnake Jack snorted out as he glanced at Pete carrying, some much larger box. He raised up the bottle of whiskey as he glanced at Cuban Pete, smiling. "You're a good friend Clown." He kept a good grip on the bottle as he scratched at his neck as he mused. "...Oughta get some shot glasses. Drinkin' ain't drinkin' less ya got company." He noted as he eagerly stared at the bottle. Oh it was a tempting elixir, and Rattlesnake Jack did feel an urge to drink it straight from the bottle. Especially as he hadn't wet his whistle, at least with Whiskey, for a fairly long time.

He cocked his head towards the side where he glanced towards that, suspicious individual in the suit with another winged woman. As he saw several petals emerge he, tried to hold down his laughter. Though he did have a condescending chuckle. Rattlesnake Jack shook his head as he again eyed the bottle. And then another thought came to him, he oughta get a spare set of clothes. "Note to self, find a tailor." Jack mused to himself.

Eying Cuban Pete he spoke again, "You're a good friend Clown."