Jack snorted as she teased him about the champagne. “Normally did. Was a little busy trying to keep London still on Earth at the time. Besides,” he smirked, “I made up for it the second time I went through that year. Great thing about time travel: you have a bit of a lead on knowing when the good stuff’s gonna get rationed and can stock up. Maybe if I’m real good, I’ll get some of my private stores one of these days and I’ll pour you a glass.”
To be fair, Jack didn’t have that much alcohol kept in the storage anymore--he’d had to use too much of it to get other favors over the years--but that wasn’t the point.
“Hey!” He laughed, putting on an exaggerated wince when she poked him. “I wouldn’t dream of it; especially since I’ve danced with people who didn’t technically have legs. Now that was a challenge even for me.”
He held his breath for just a second when she mentioned her father again; most things in his life were easy to spin fantastic lies about, but that horrible gap was impossible to fill these days. Luckily, he was fantastic at finding ways to change the topic that didn’t necessarily need many words. He hummed softly under his breath, pretending to be deep in thought while he was really just waiting for the right moment in the music (why yes, despite what some people said, he could pay attention to more than one thing at a time), before lifting their joined hands to carefully twirl her.
“So, am I passing the manhood test?” he asked with a laughing grin as he pulled her back in.