Jackson was able to slither through the mass of people in the cabin. He popped out into the corridor and stuck his landing. He brought his hands up to his sweater vest and dusted off his shoulders and upper chest. He held his glass with a somewhat forceful grip so that he wouldn't drop it. He never wasted and drink and never will. Even though his father was a huge alcoholic, Jackson won't turn down a drink for any reason unless it was several in and he could risk being drunk. He fixed himself upright and took a sip of his scotch. The liquid stung his throat, but no matter, Jackson took one more sip before stopping himself. It was still early morning and he didn't want to get too buzzed.
Turning to view the English country side scenery, the bright light from the sun made Jackson's eyelids shut with terror. He moved his hand above his eyes and provided a visor for himself. With all the talking going on Jackson decided to start making his way to the bar. He had no idea if the one woman would accompany him, but no matter. Jackson made his way in and walked up to the bar. He shot a half smile at the bartender who winced back at him. Placing his glass on the counter, the bartender swung his hand around to the container of scotch, but as he poured Jackson stopped him. He placed his hand over his glass and the bartender backed off. Jackson uttered one word. "Water." The bartender rolled his eyes "Alright, Sir." He brought out a wine glass and a pitcher of water. He dumped enough water out to fill the glass to the brim. Jackson nodded in thanks and proceeded to pick the glass up. He heard a voice shout from the corner of the bar "Sissy." Jackson slowly turned to see a big, burly, bald man with a handlebar mustache approach him. Jackson placed the glass down and peered at the big man. "Did I do something wrong?" The man smirked and made a fist with his hand. Jackson quickly grabbed the scotch in one hand and wineglass in the other and sped out of the room. He escaped by a hair of a second as the man swung and hit the counter. Jackson walked back to the cabin "I would be careful going down to the bar. There is some big scoundrel."