[ Jack pulls some bills from the inside of his jacket and leaves them on the table, secured under his glass once he knocks its remnants back. There was a motel on the way, there usually is around here, no matter where you're going.
It's cold out, something the warm buzz of a good splash of whiskey made him forget. He curses as the air nips at him, which only puts him in a bigger hurry to get where they're going and get situated. He's thankful to get there, turning the lock behind him so that it's just the two of them, again. Jack reaches out to pull Irving close, unfastening the buttons of his coat with the corner of his mouth upturned in a smirk. ]
You can touch me back, Irving. Don't make me do all the work.
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It's cold out, something the warm buzz of a good splash of whiskey made him forget. He curses as the air nips at him, which only puts him in a bigger hurry to get where they're going and get situated. He's thankful to get there, turning the lock behind him so that it's just the two of them, again. Jack reaches out to pull Irving close, unfastening the buttons of his coat with the corner of his mouth upturned in a smirk. ]
You can touch me back, Irving. Don't make me do all the work.