“Everything I got?” Jace asked rhetorically, glancing back behind himself at the shelf of bottles. “You sure your tiny little body can handle all that?” Even as he asked he started to take bottles off the shelf, figuring that if she got too dangerously tipsy he’d cut her off. He could get wanting to drown a little, especially after the shit that she must have had to go through with her brother in quarantine. He’d never been through that personally, but he’d seen enough people that had to experience it to know that it was a rough spot to be in. He wouldn’t wish it on his worst enemy, probably.
That was good at least, that Zach was going to be in the clear. Having to put someone down was hard too, and Jace liked the guy so that would have been a loss too. “So he won the genetic jackpot, good for him,” he commented as he took stock of the bottles he’d pulled down. From what he grabbed he could probably make a decent Captain Jack Sparrow for Charlie. Not that she’d asked for something mixed, but it could pretty strong if he did it right, which fit her requirement.
“Least you can probably get some sleep now too,” he continued talking as he poured the drink. “I’m only guessing, but I figure you haven’t been sleeping much through all the waiting to see if, well, you know.” He slid the glass across the counter when he was done. “Ever had a Captain Jack Sparrow?” He used to order them all the time in the city, because the name of the drink had amused him. It was amazing what a fake ID would get you, since he hadn’t been old enough to drink technically. It helped that he had a set of friends that would sneak him drinks too, when the bartenders didn’t buy his age.