Jones smiled and patted Matt on the back when he appeared, then gave a nod to his father as he sat down as well. As he ate he was happy hearing the stories of his family, laughing at some of them, making a harmless remark, just enjoying being with his family. When Priscilla asked about the night club, he looked over at her, smiling. "Great. We got a new band joining in on our late night shows to get the place going, we got some imported beverages, the best in town thanks to Pop... So far its pretty well." Jones said, summing it down. So far he hasn't come in to any run-ins at his club, and he didn't want it to. It would be a shame to have the curtain of death hang over everyone that walked into the room. He thanked Priscilla when she poured him more of his drink. He could tell that Pop was troubled... pissed off one might say. But he knew best not to go around asking about it in front of anyone. If it were important, he would tell his second in command son.. right?

 "Boy am i stuffed... I can't eat another--" He was cut off by the smell of the dessert, and sat back down. "Or i can stay a while and make sure everyone's cake is alright.." He got playful yells from the young ones, Jones laughed. "Alright, alright... I'll only Check Austin's." He said jokingly, getting another yell. He loved the time the most. Sometimes it was nice not worrying about what the Moriatti's were doing, or if the Russo's are scheming another trick meeting. He was with his beautiful wife, his family, and hopefully a good nights rest before another day on the job.