Dean might be toasted, but Jake's been keeping himself clear headed. No beads for him, other than the ones he was given at the start shoved in his pocket. He's noticed that quite a few new arrivals have taken to their new environment with zeal.

Like that guy over there. Apparently clothes were now frowned upon, but the guy seemed comfortable enough and had the smile of someone that was heading past buzzed and into drunkville. Hey, it was better than some of the cringing violets he'd seen while walking around. Those ones made him wonder about the selection factor behind their hosts. The way this guy was ogling everything on legs that walked by him, though... Jake wasn't overly concerned about him fitting in.

Not that he was judging. He liked to scratch the itch more than just as necessary himself. He just wasn't quite so sure about it in a place like this. Sighing, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his smokes, lighting one up and taking a deep drag.