"Well hell, can't expect a guy to give up everything fun." Jack taps the side of his nose, turns halfway in his seat to follow Tony's line of sight. "Looks like you have enough buzz in you anyway, kiddo."

And he says it so sweet, too. Like they're friends. Pals. Besties, even. It's condescending to the max and he's not trying to hide it in the least, capping the tequila and pushing it far enough back that he won't accidentally knock it down with his elbow or something.

Funny. The room is full of booze and warm, inviting bodies, but he doesn't want any of them.

"Hey - wanna go jump off a bridge with me?"