Besides, it's Earthen liquor. What's the worst that could happen?

Jim isn't a quick drinker, either. Used to be when he was younger and when his desire to drink was to Get black out drunk so that he could be too numb to focus on the awful shit in his life he was running away from. Now though? His tolerance is so poor these days that it only takes a couple of drinks to get him tipsy anyway. And this stuff? Jim has shot well past tipsy without ever even realizing it. He's laughing just as much as Thor is soon, all reasons as to why he was a bit uncomfortable around the god well and truly forgotten as they abandon the game of cards after several hands to just sit over a small table with their drinks to shoot the shit.

"--right through a debris field between th'two ships. Into a door maybe a meter wide. Threading a needle. Bam!" He slams both palms against the table and laughs. "Crazy ass thing. So damn fun."