Jimmy paused for a minute and took in what Elliot had just said about old ladies. If Jimmy, an average young man with a decent sexual appetite, pounced on Elliot after being barely brushed by his hand, he could only imagine what the old ladies at the country club were doing. He couldn't help but have a good laugh at Elliot's expense. Composing himself after a nice laugh, Jimmy grinned. "Yeah.. you gotta watch out for those old ladies. They should come with a warning label." Jimmy chuckled at the thought.
He tipped back the rest of the glass of whiskey he had and looked at Elliot. The boy was buying him a drink. 'Just a drink from a nice friend,' Jimmy reminded himself as the barkeep refilled his glass with whiskey and ice. His face went a little rigid as he repeated 'It's not a date' a few times in his head and then turned to Elliot and held up his glass and clinked it with Elliot's. "Cheers." He shot Elliot a look that said 'Thank you,' though he wasn't sure if it came off as that because he was a little pink in the cheeks from Elliot just buying him a drink.
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure where I'll end up at the end of the night. Probably either here or at Mystique. I might go out with a bunch of friends. You should come when you get done with work. I'm sure the country club won't miss you." Jimmy smirked and took a sip of his drink. "Though those infamous old ladies might."