The alcohol had been a joke, but Jack still raised an eyebrow at Alex's comment. Seemed there was still some bratty left in there. However, Jack was older, wiser, and this really wasn't the time to get goaded into a bitch-off with a teenager. Out of the refrigerated compartment, Jack got a bottle of water. He put it in front of Alex, together with an empty glass.
Jack leaned against the desk, looking at the miserable boy in front of him. He really should have gone for some scotch himself. "If you'll permit me an observation," Jack said, "it seems to me that you're very angry."