Jack had run out of ways to distract himself, so he'd been grateful to see the fliers for the party. It would be nice to spend an evening around people who were old enough for him to look at. (And possibly even touch, if the circumstances seemed right -- his agreement with Emma included exceptions for island weirdness and the extremely hot.)

"This was the best idea," he announced as he came in. He was wearing a tank top under his coat and carrying a bottle of vodka, some tonic, and a lime. "I think we all needed a party."