Jack didn't really know how long it had been since he and Daphne had disappeared into the kitchen, her long, pretty fingers tugging at his tie before he herded them both into the laundry room. The rest was a blur of laughter and kissing, and then warm, sweet places on his tongue, and Daphne's legs around his head. That had been fucking amazing. In his heart something sang, because he still had it. The weeks of celibacy hadn't waned a damn thing. In fact, he almost felt more vigorous, like he'd been stuck on a charger all this time and now he finally had a chance to unleash it all.
Then...Cecilia.
That had been awkward for almost everyone involved, though Jack was still riding high enough that most of his was vented out through snorting laughter as he straightened his clothing and felt Daphne slide something into his pocket. The giddiness had been wonderful, doing his best not to lick his lips while the poor nurse was actually watching, trying to listen to whatever important task she needed done now.
And then everything died.
By the time he returned to the billiard room, his adult face was firmly plastered on, his eyes searching out for the familiar figure, that red hair. The dress.
And there she was. Even sitting, it wasn't hard to pick her out of the crowd. He winced and sighed, his head tilting as a heaviness filled his gut. That damn dress. The thing she'd talked about wanting to get rid of, like she hated it. It represented all of the shit she'd lost, everything they'd taken from her, and as lovely as she looked he knew it wasn't good.
He offered a small smile in greeting to Madison, but it felt only like a tiny flicker, a flame that was there and extinguished again as his attention moved to Evie. He could smell the liquor on her, and for a second that only confused him. "Hey, Yucker..." he called gently, trying to sound conversational and light, but it seemed a little more pained even to his own ears as he reached a hand out to touch her arm. "What are ya doin'?"