CJ just looked at her with a serious expression on his face. "Should I be offended that you would be so surprised and suspicious of my attire?" He quirked a brow at her and then the corner of his mouth to finally reveal his amusement. "It's my funeral suit," he said and it wasn't easy to tell if he was joking or not.
Savannah's choice of drink didn't surprise him, he definitely would have pegged her as a blender drink girl. He ordered his staple of Jack and Coke and pulled a cigarette from his pack to light, keeping one hand steadily at her waist. If Savannah had a problem with his smoking, would she speak up and say so? It didn't matter because tonight, he was doing exactly as he pleased.
When the ship pitched, CJ's grip on her tightened accordingly and he managed to keep her steady as he leaned into the bar. His gaze shot down to the drink that had fallen and, naturally, he shifted Savannah to get her further away from the shattered glass. "I dunno if the storm will shut down the party but I bet we can manage on our own if it does," he grinned.
He took a drag off his cigarette and figured they just might want to take a seat somewhere before the tin can tried to knock them down again. "Bar or table?" he asked, reaching to pick up his drink.