Pleased when she teased him, he boldly ushered her into the apartment, a hand light against the small of her back. "New city, new start," he offered with exaggerated gallantry. "Plus, I need to work on some new lines." With a wink, he gestured at the long couch against the wall that faced into the open kitchen. He hadn't bothered with any cliched signs of seducation -- there were no lit candles or jazz playing softly -- and as he walked into the kitchen, Jack realized he didn't have much in the way of mixers.
"Unlucky for both of us, I haven't stocked the liquor cabinet yet." He nosed around until he found some wine, and he checked the clock on the kitchen wall. "Apparently there's a liquor store that delivers," he called out to her, opening a bottle of red wine quickly. "So we'll have some time before the tequila gets here."