It made Jack laugh. "Well I hope I don't get drunk from one drink," he teased right back, meandering about and peeking his head into rooms as Heath went to fix some drinks.
"Thanks," he said when he returned, fingers wrapping around the cool glass. He lifted it and took a sip. The alcohol burned a path down his throat and he blinked. "Whoa," he said, licking his lips as he walked into the living room. "Strong." The living room looked very... living roomly!