"No one's complained yet," Jack shrugged, grinning cheekily before nudging her with his foot under the water. "But yeah, a party sounds great. The last few we had were in the billiards room and we got a good turn out." He stopped for a second, his mind flashing images of Evie showing up plastered in his wedding dress. He cleared his throat before continuing. "And nachos are fucking easy. Honestly, it'll be nice to sort of just throw something together and relax for the night." He raised a finger above the waterline and wagged it at her. "No matter what I tell you, you're not allowed to let me go overboard with shit. In return, I promise not to let you leave that room sober."