"Fraid not. Sasan's the lucky one for that." Jack thumbed towards Sasan with a grin and stood up, putting his cards on the desk and heading over to the refrigerator. Hm. Okay. So what did teenagers like? Chocolate milk?

He knew Sasan was going to scoff or protest. It amused him to do that. He really enjoyed the soft squeaks. He was pretty sure Jim would too if he lightened up a little to flirt with their PR director.

Luke had at least calmed down. Or backed off. His shoulders dropped a little and he watched Jack like a hawk as he poured their glasses.

And he got one for Jim too. Just because.