Re: Evans & Peel: Jack/Patrick/maybe Newt later.
Jack had rather expected to see Newt's face at some point in the evening. Not because he'd any demand on Newt's presence but the man had a steadfastness, a reliability that meant expectation saw itself out in the fullness of the evening. Expectation was not at all the same thing as lack of surprise, and when Newt's coppery head cropped over the crowd he'd a sense of pleased gratitude all the same.
"Not interrupting at all, get yourself a drink if you're drinking and pitch in, do, on a decent location for a corpse. I'd say the woods, but I think you'd be as likely to get eaten as get away with it, depending on the night." Jack didn't look for familiarity between the two men, he didn't think he needed to. He put a hand on Newt's shoulder, steady as anything and leaned in to the bartender to insert his brother further up the queue, as it were.
"I've got no use for a handyman now this place is ship-shape. He'll have to wait for someone with some custom." He glanced Newt's way at Patrick's question, his own interest in the answer punctuated by expression and if Patrick drank rather more quickly than he'd begun, it was after all, not all that much.