Brushing his thumb over the back of Eve's hand as they separated at least long enough to take their stools at the bar. The bartender, just like the one at the Ball seemed magnetically attracted to Eve, because the moment she sat down one appeared. It was rather amusing, how they popped up like genies for her.
When the man turned to Jack, he turned the smile for a second onto the other man and asked, "Can I get a whiskey sour, please?" It was definitely a harder, but still sweet drink than his last. There was no way that he was going to order a bottle of vodka like Phoenix had, which he wondered over for a moment. While he had met the comic costumed woman for a brief interaction, his nature demanded that he worry over that headache of hers for a second.
He shook his head, before turning back to Eve. "Berries," came the comment, noting that she had had quite a few just that day. Still, there was no recrimination in his voice, just curiosity.