“A home cooked meal?” he wondered, finger circling around the rim of his glass in languid motions. “That actually sounds better than what we’d get at a restaurant.” It had been a long time since he had last had a real meal, usually eating out.
“I hope your missus won’t be upset with me for taking you out drinking in case you get drunk,” Juniper chuckled.
“I don’t think she’ll mind,” Jack replied with a little grin. “She’s been trying to encourage me to loosen up.” He took one more sip of his drink just to be polite, then set it down for the last time. “I ought to get back to her, though.”
His words and actions were contradicting themselves but Juniper wasn’t going to argue with him, smiling and standing up fluidly from the table. “Sure, we’d better hail a taxi though to avoid a DUI. Better safe than sorry.”
He dropped a bit of tip on the table, wishing to leave before anyone made a big deal they were there.
In his somewhat fuzzy state of mind, Jack could only nod. “Sure. That sounds wise." He wanted to pay for his share, but it seemed the actor was determined to take care of things. Well, he’d try and make it up to him when they had him over for a visit.
"So … I enjoyed this,” he said with a smile as they made their way outside. “I really do need to get out more."
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