Tony | Jan :: Doonks
Two was enough, Tony figured. It wasn't like they couldn't go another round or three. Knowing Jan, they probably would.
Knowing himself, they probably would. He deserved it, he thought rather ruefully.
"Countdown? Nah." One shot, and then two down the hatch and Tony didn't even make a face over the burn of it being cheaper liquor than he might usually have liked. He set the glass down with a finality and then moved to pour hers. "You been good?" He'd been reclusive lately, admittedly. It wasn't Jan's fault. He'd just had a lot on his mind.