Working to clean up the mess, Jake keeps stealing glances at the other man, worrying about him. Listening to every cough, making sure he seems to draw a decent breath afterwards.

"Yeah well, the alcohol is like bathtub gin or something," he admits. "So it might just like burn the taste buds off your tongue or something." Which may help, but isn't a go to at this time.

"I don't think it's normal spice. They call it red salt and it's..." He shakes his head, still remembering the pain of it. "I've eaten all over the world, chilies and Cougar's cooking and none of it is like that stuff. I think some leave it in dishes, like way heavy, to get the newbs."