YOUNG JACK:
((orders and pays for a few beers, looking back at Ennis occasionally.))
Well, I did this last year. That Aguirre, he can be a son-of-a-horse to work for.
((He takes a swig from the beer bottle, tossing it back with a manly expression, grimacing and swallowing. Puts the bottle down with a look of disgust.))
%% This is the most disgusting stuff on the planet! %%
((Turns more in his seat to face Ennis, his eyebrows raised hopefully, placing his hand on the bar))