Bock, a woman, a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey and two glasses, what good can come out of this we wonder?
Is Bock perhaps once more venturing "a road (hitherto) not taken" in his ongoing explorations of his promiscuous sexuality? (Unfortunately our intrepid spy could not get close enough to identify the woman in this nightly session, her name will of course be disclosed to you at the earliest possible time.)