Re: Evans & Peel: Jack/Patrick/maybe Newt later.
Jack had, come to think of it, grown up somewhere smaller and more contained than Repose. Obviously, there had been boarding school but Northumbria's villages had very little in them to recommend them beyond the sisters of friends who were equally bored. Repose was positively teeming with opportunities in comparison, but various attractions had changed hands over the years - the theater, which had once been as chaotic as its erstwhile owner, and obviously the more anonymous of the bars in town had become the gym.
This was not any style in particular except for Jack's own, a fondness for classic that demanded more authenticity than vintage. Nina and Ella and Billie on the soundtrack and the booze behind the bar was somewhere between expensive and affordable and the bartenders were enthusiastic but without tricks. Patrick's approach was perhaps unexpected - he'd no expectations, really, it was an opening and Newt had his book to celebrate after all - but welcome, and Jack's handshake was warm. Surprised, but fondly so and Jack's face showed it.
"Not at the same time," he observed, of the booze and the rink, "For most of the clientele. I think that would cause the most unfortunate of accidents." Jack didn't slur, but he'd had enough to make for mellow, and he clearly was pleased that the opening was success. "Let me get you a drink."