As Jack starts setting up their drinks, he cocks an eyebrow and a half-smile at Jason. "Ain't gotta be jazz, son. 'S preference, but it doesn't gotta be. Ya bourbon neat on Bourbon street," he says, setting the drink in front of Jason before starting on the White Russian.

"I hadn't really decided on what to perform," Yrael says, waking the seat next to Jason. "I guess I'll have to come up with something eventually. Before I go up there, at least."