"I can bring skates next time." Or have Ziggy buy some and they could try tomorrow. Surely New York City had a skate shop somewhere. Jack could see skates causing all sorts of amusing chaos, especially if this level of drunkenness was normal.

"So I am hearing that you like a toned body, softer disposition and a little less rowdy than the others here?" He's asking despite feeling confident in that assessment. "I think you would appreciate someone less alcohol centered for fun?"

Jack was thinking out loud more than anything. Zeroing in on a prospective Dog that might make for some good company for the drummer. Even if it was temporary and friendly. Jack couldn't resist and kissed the drummer's cheek. He was so adorable.

"Don't feel one way or the other about my job but I am good at it." Jack sighs again and nods. "He does and my children. I think he needs time to learn that he doesn't have to take care of and fix everything."

His eye turns up toward the bar with a laugh. Between the two punks going at each other on the floor and the nearly naked pair behind the bar, the way there was a gauntlet of trashfire. "I can get you another drink." Jack laughs. "I'm used to navigating this kind of night."