"Blah, blah, blah," Dom drawled, sauntering over. Karl was offered a shit-eating grin and a bottle of beer. Jane, on the other hand, he took in for a moment before dropping down into a crouch across from her.
His smirk oozed self-satisfaction, which was hammered home by tapping the mouth of his bottle against her sweaty forehead. "Nice of you to show up."
Tilting his head, Dom threw back half the bourbon he still held. Little Sister get a swing in eventually, so no worries there. In the meantime, he was feeling merry enough to offer the bottle to Jane before bouncing back up to his feet.