"Oh, that's good. I don't think I could a' gotten up to let you in." He laughed, a watery sound mixed with the un-shed tears building up to a lump in his throat. Had he realized that she just broke in he wouldn't have minded, blues would have done the same thing had he felt Jazz needed him.
When Jazz took the glass blues offered it put him more at ease, not that his sister would ever give him cause to worry. Raising his bottle, he silently thanked the Gods for giving the world a man like Les. He had no idea where he'd be without him, truthfully. Oh sure, he'd still exist, but what of Classic?
"You don't? Well damn sis, I already killed one bottle..." he paused, staring at her with bleary eyes. "O' course I'll share, so long as you tell me what you think he'd like better."