Jackie's husband, Jim, kept a hairbrush behind the bar and had big bug eyes that stuck out of his aging rock star face. Jim would periodically kick whiskey, as would a lot of the other patrons when they got so far gone that they had a fight or a fling with someone who wouldn't ordinarily register as more than another regular. One of these whiskey-quitters was Janine, a fat girl with mean eyes and whiskers on her chin. To celebrate, she drank Yukon Jack, a whiskey liquor with a burn and a smooth slide down the back of the throat. Janine had a lot of friends who only really appreciated her truck.
Good night, Janine.