Rattlesnake Jack grabbed the offered cup, which the clown confirmed was indeed alcohol. Rattlesnake Jack's eyes were gleaming with joy as he gave single a nod.
"Thank ya kindly partner." It was a rough start, what with the clown attacking him. But Rattlesnake Jack knew he did kick at the device, must have startled the clown in doing so. It was a perfectly reasonable response. But it was a good thing the clown came to his senses. Rattlesnake Jack knew that it was destiny that he'd become friends with this clown.
He held out the drink as he took in the aroma of it, as he glanced at Cuban Pete who was pointing at the floor. His pupils were then drawn to the clown phantomiming an act. "Ah, so the floor'll cause folk ta slide about." He said with a nod. "Well, that's a predicament if'n I ever saw one." He raised his drink up, "Cheers." He brought it close to himself, and stopped before returning his drink back up to the cheers scenario.
"Ah, would be rude to not introduce myself to a man who was willin' ta share a drink, before drinkin'. Rattlesnake Jack." He carefully held the drink in his left hand as he extended out his right hand to shake the clown's hand, if he was willing to share a shake.