"Yeah, what she said," Jack chirped, then morphed into his most pleasantly diplomatic tone. It was the same one he used on Izzy, usually to mixed results, but he figured a drunk, happy Evie might be more easily maneuvered by it. "Tell you what. Let's head to the kitchen, maybe go up and get a little freshened up, and if you want to come party after that still we can come back down together, okay? And we'll have as much fun as you want."
He made sure his arm would be solid support if she decided to get up, though now he at least had his free arm in case she needed it. Looking at her, he figured that was probably going to be necessary.