Retiring In Alaska

Tom had been in police work for 25 years.
Finally, sick of the stress, he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible. He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise, it's total peace and quiet.
After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and a huge bearded man is standing there.
"Name's Cliff, your neighbor from forty miles up the road. Having a party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about 5 p.m."
"Great!" says Tom, 'After six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."
As Cliff is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you. Be some drinkin'."
"Not a problem," says Tom. "After 25 years in the business, I can drink with the best of 'em."
Again, the big man starts to leave and stops. "More 'n likely gonna be some fightin', too."
"Well, I get along with people, I'll be all right. I'll be there. Thanks again," says Tom.
"More 'n likely be some wild sex, too," says Cliff.
"Now that's not really a problem," says Tom, warming to the idea. "I've been all alone for six months; I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I wear?"
"Doesn't much matter," says Cliff. "Just gonna be the two of us."