Watching her knock back whiskey like it was going out of style, Jack raised an eyebrow but kept pace without missing a beat. The ability to consume one's weight in alcohol was practically a requirement in his walk of life and by now Jack was practically professional. He'd aged a bit, of course, but it was more than that--he was an adult not, walked like a man and not a boy. There was some weather on his features, a bit of grizzle in his wry smile. He'd been a physical guy all his life--football, boxing--but since she'd left it had become a bit more important. Young muscle had hardened from the gym and use and he moved with surprising ease for a man of his bulk, light on his feet and fast with his hands. She hadn't done too badly for herself either, and he kept his eyes from focusing too sharply on her bubble-gum lips or the tight fabric at her chest.

"All sorts." He laughed, amused at the idea. What had she missed aside from...well, everything? "Too much. How long are you back for?"

He didn't ask if she had any plans. Not yet, at least.