The line moves fast, and the upstairs plays either house/electronica similar to Deadmau5 on Wednesday nights, and soft guitar music (Beetles, The Tragically Hip) other evenings.
Downstairs Jacks is appropriately Buck Wild, with the top mainstream hits, drunk as hell students, and pool tables. There is a small squished dancefloor where guys grobe and girls all try to escape and dance on boxes from these octopus men.
Be Warned: The two bad things about Jacks are
1) They are strict on underage IDs
2) The bouncers like to beat the shit out of people and exert their bouncer power
Wesley: It doesn't matter we know we are going to end up at Jacks.
Tanya: True, but Jordan got the shit kicked out of him there the other day
Wesley: Oh Well, he was probably wasted as usual, Jacks is still the best
John:"Yo, Freddy I got Jacks"
Freddy:"He got Jacks?"
3rd party:"Yeah man move your ass"
Scared of telling someone how they feel, though the person usually feels the same way.
Kid 2: No duh, they were made for each other.