Tony | Jan :: Drunks
It was pretty damned funny that Jan just flitted on in through the bar like she had ton troubles in the world and hadn't done anything catastrophic last time.
Mind, last time, Tony had been so absolutely blitzed that he'd barely noticed the fight until it was nearly done. This time -- well. Actually he wasn't exactly the picture of sobriety this time either. He was wise enough not to go and have awkward and uncomfortable conversations with people who didn't want them though, so that was something.
He glanced over at her with a smile when she flung her arm over his shoulders. "Hey there, Jan. Don't mind if you do, in fact." He was running low. Or would be anyway.