the luck of the irish

I was at a bar the other night in one of the nearby hotels in this area. The bar is on the 12th floor...There were only a handful of men and women sitting around. There were two guys at the bar that had had a skinful...an American and an Irish fella. The Irish guy was goading the American as to what he was drinking...but the American wouldn't tell him. This went on for about an hour until finally the American relented and told him what it was he was drinking, he added that having three shots in a row kinda made you feel superhuman...The Irish guy was laughing and teasing the American guy until finally the American fella downed three shots and went to the balcony and literally leapt over the edge of the balcony. Everyone naturally freaked out but within seconds he appeared through a side door to the bar...I think he jumped over and ran along an outer ledge...Anyway, the Irish guy was laughing and applauded him and said to the barman, 'give me three shots as well!' The barman did, the Irish fella downed the shots and leapt over the balcony ledge and promptly fell to his death on the sidewalk twelve floors down...The barman turned to the American and said, 'You can be real mean when you're drunk Superman.'