Vaguely Jack registered the fact that they were sitting at the bar of a dance club, and nowhere near alone. Still, they were just kissing, not anything that was particularly out of line for a dark club at night.
He had to admit that he had wanted to kiss her for a second when she had first opened her door when he went to pick her up. Dressed as she was as a redheaded funky Alice in Wonderland. Still, he had been pretty content with friendly touches and laughter, grins and his horrible dancing. Not to mention more than a drink or two.
Turning slightly on his stool, nearly knocking over his own empty glass with his elbow, Jack's hand moved up to cup her jaw as he bent further towards her. He only paused a moment to grin against her lips when he felt her do the same, laughing in a low tone as he kissed her again.