Nothing, nothing, I swear. I'm just giving you a hard time.

[Jackie's gone from smirking to chuckling at the mental image of rowdy taverns next to what a packed bar might look like. For whatever reason that tickles him to no end, and the way Constantin responds to it is even more amusing. Clearly he hasn't had much excitement going on lately.]

Tequila or mezcal. Wouldn't call it modern, but it's plenty different than wine or ale. Good stuff would knock you on your ass, hermano. If you can keep up with me, I'll never treat you like a relic. En serio.