Some of the sugar from his glass had gotten stuck on his bottom lip, and Jack had not twice about licking off the sweet residue. He had not thought that it would mean anything more than the fact that the taste of the alcohol was that much sweeter on his next drink.
His thought processes were getting a little fuzzier with each mouthful of whiskey sour. The next grin he sent in Eve's direction was lazier and bared nearly all his teeth, as she smirked at him. "Never been, actually. Jersey, I mean."
There was no real explanation for what he did next, it did not fit in with his usual logic, but at the moment it just felt right. Jack leaned towards Eve, bending down enough to press his lips against her glossy ones, one hand back lightly resting on her arm.