Jack slid his plate onto the box-like table in front of the small sofa, then settled beside her. If asked, which he doubt she would, he could always say that it would have been rude to take up the whole space if someone else wanted to sit down (which he hoped they wouldn't), or take up the space between them (which wasn't an option).
He relaxed against the back of the seat and sighed, as if it was the first time he'd sat all day, and considering all that had transpired it almost felt that way. Almost absentmindedly, he rolled the glass a little in his hand, listening to the sound of the ice clinking together, then lifted it to take a drink. Like the food, it didn't disappoint.
There was something oddly normal about this, though he'd never been one for more lavish parties unless it was for work, family, of a favor for a friend. It was the familiar combination of alcohol and socializing that perhaps did it for him. While Daphne was certainly lovely, she was also interesting to talk to, and he couldn't help but feel that despite her socialite-ish appeal, Anya probably would have liked her a lot. The flirting and blatant interest, that he was increasingly certain was mutual, didn't hurt either.
"So," he started, his tone playful as he eyed the growing crowd, a mischievous smile crossing hs lips. "I believe that this is the point in the evening where we start taking bets on who's going to get drunk first, or start swinging fists, or end up making out in a closet somewhere. It's how you know it's a good party."