Vivian watched as Jack went to the bar, humming a quiet tune to herself as she did so. Jack was seeming better than normal tonight, almost pleasant, and she could be forgiven for thinking he wanted something. But, she reasoned, that was probably just her paranoia. She needed to learn to trust people, and since Harry clearly trusted this lad, why shouldn't she?
When he came back, she took a sip of her drink, then glanced up when he touched her hand and spoke. After a few moments, she just let out a quiet scoff, shrugging. "It wouldn't make a difference if he liked him or not. I ain't his best girl, not like that. Harry don't like me like that. He just kind of ignores it and goes about his daily business." She thought it right to put Jack straight on that; she didn't want anyone thinking she was anything she wasn't. She was Harry's friend, nothing more.