"Thanks," Jack mouthed to Madison over Evie's wobbly head. He'd expected this to be a one man show. Though, the whole walking idea seemed like it was going to be a hell of a lot harder than he'd previously considered. How much had she had to drink? She hadn't been in the room when he'd first come in, so she must have been pregaming like a champ. He didn't want to ask, but that certainly made him want to get her out of there sooner rather than later.
"Walking and you don't seem to be all that sympatico right now." He held onto her with sturdy hands, tilting his head back to look at her, an actual smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Want me to carry you princess style, champ?"