Jack grinned, holding his hand out for the newly-poured glass. Granted, he hadn't been drinking much in the past few decades, but he assumed that wouldn't matter. One never really lost the taste nor the resistance to alcohol. And if he did, well, it was going to be one helluva night.
"No need to stall, I'm a big boy," Jack teased with a grin.
He moved to sit beside her on the bed, taking a similarly large gulp as he did so. All right, so she hadn't been kidding. "Wow, packs a bit of a whollop," Jack said, licking a drop of liquor from his lips. "And just what might that 'advantage' be?" Jack tilted his head to the side. "Holding out on me?"