Bryn/Jacob
"They can join the pile of mine, I'm no prude." He said more to himself than to her. Jacob tended to lose his shirt, though that was more about what he would get up to after he had a few drinks rather than alcohol taking away certain inhibitions. That did certainly happen, but at least partial nudity wasn't something he needed to drink himself into.
He glanced in the direction of the clip after it flew past him, eyebrow raised slightly. He was fairly certain she hadn't meant for that but he wasn't going to call her out on it. It was unimportant, and her hair was lovely enough that he saw no problems with it freer than it had been before. "Absolutely, madam." He beamed. "Lead the way."