"Those and some shot glasses I put somewhere. That was how I was keeping score...I was at a lot..." Jack's voice drifted off as he looked around, as if suddenly realizing his collection of those wasn't there anymore. Someone probably picked them up to add them back into stock or something. Or maybe he did. Fuck if he knew.
It took him a few seconds to decide it didn't really matter, and he shrugged a shoulder. "Eh, I've done better. I think. I don't know how long it's been." He leaned on the pool cue more smoothly than his inebriation should have allowed, waggling his eyebrows at her. "Want to knock some balls around with me?" He composed himself a little, nearly sounding sober. "Not an actual game or anything, just putting stuff into stuff without keeping score. I'm way plastered so you'll probably run me into the ground. Can I drink if you make a basket? Or whatever the technical word is for getting the thing in the hole."