Great, so this is going to be exactly as friendly as Jack thought it would. In what is probably the most obnoxious response possible, Jack just glances over to Tony with a wry smile, doesn't respond otherwise.

"Isn't mine either. Guess that makes you Christmas, darlin'." Jack lifts his shot - yes, he actually drinks his tequila out of glasses, he's cultured, see - in greeting, then downs it. Weird to be the more sober one between the two of them. "Your jokes are better when you're not hammered, Tony."

He pretends Tony isn't touching him and looks back to his setup, pouring himself another leisurely shot. Where a near decade has made Tony look like money, Jack just looks more like a human being and less like a stray - he's filled out, healthier, hair trimmed up and styled properly like he didn't just roll out of bed. No dark-eyed, vaguely strung out look to be found. He's even dressed in a respectable button-down and jeans that may or may not be brand name. And is that cologne?

He's less trashnasty than Tony remembers, is what I'm saying.

"I'm here for business. What about you? Shouldn't a hotshot like you be off on some big book tour?"