His eyebrows shot up and he scowled at her; he hadn't even begun to give a goddamn lecture. Her surprise and defensiveness was enough to tell him that she knew she'd fucked up, and so he curbed his irritation before he snapped back at her and drained his glass. He was her friend and he was concerned, but there was only so much Nick could do or that Drew would let him do. Telling her off for shit she already knew was not on the helpful list. He'd never be able to intimidate or lecture her into behaving; she'd probably go off and do something stupid just to fucking spite him. Even if she thought he was right. Fuck it, she could have this one.
"What the fuck ever, I'm your friend, not your father," he muttered, cagey. "Just watch your back. Warning, not a lecture."
Meanwhile Bart had approached Jessica again, this time to shove his head under her hand with a piercing mew and, when she didn't immediately comply with his demand for scratches, he bumped his head against her arm forcefully.