The lingering worry that he had made the wrong move dissipated as she continued kissing him back. Only to be interrupted by the bartender. Which was, to say the least, somewhat embarrassing. It forced Eve and Jack apart, at least for a little while. Long enough to move away from the bar.
It seemed that Eve tended to drag him around by the hand. Not that he really minded at the moment. Jack barely managed to remember to snag his heavy leather coat from where he had left it, as they headed out the door.
She moved back into his arms to kiss him when they were off to the side of the club's entrance. Jack gladly leaned back against the wall behind him, his arms around her waist, the coat held in one hand. Opening his mouth over hers, he traced her full bottom lip with his tongue.
Despite the alcohol blurring the rest of his senses and most of his thought processes, it seemed less than ideal to be making out in public. Jack pulled away from her mouth after several slow minutes, but did not move more than an inch or two. "Eve," he breathed. "Do you want to," he looked her straight in the eyes, "Move this to my room?"