Jack smiled at her, gesturing for her to sit down in the seat across from him. He could tell by the look on her face she was fretting about something - probably Harry going off with that little two penny boy of Slaters. He could tell her not to fuss over him, that Harry didn't like the boy but she was always so much more amenable to him when she thought Harry was straying.
"You're looking lovely tonight, as always." He said. He reached for a necklace, a little thing but very pretty - a tear-drop cut ruby on a golden chain. It was expensive but pale in comparison to some of the other things they'd nicked. "Do you like this, Viv? I think it'd look good on you. Go with your hair. I'd like you to have it."