Just because we're criminals, doesn't mean we can't party.

Her answer to Curtis would have been a surly no if not for Teddy, but not because she did not want them around, but rather because she preferred to brood in solitude. Nevertheless, she did not have the spunk currently to fight them. She made her way into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, pouring two delicately-sized shots (they were heading off to bed after all) and a rather large shot. She kept the third for herself and handed the other two the men. "Cheers," she said, before throwing back the whole thing.

"Cheers..." Curt echoed a bit somberly, draining his as well, though a bit more slowly.

Teddy on the other hand.....

"What?! You think I can't handle a big boy shot like you?!"

Teddy knocked back his drink, and thrust his glass at Jack, his eye twinkling mischievously.

"Had a rough night and a fight with my brother!" he practically shouted, "I'm ready to get rightly sloshed!"

Jack glared a little at Teddy - she was not here to make up for her fight with James. She just wanted to make sure she didn't go to bed with spiteful thoughts in her head. Nevertheless, she sighed and filled his glass once more, before holding the bottle out to Curtis in case he wanted some more. "Yo-ho, mateys," she said a bit blandly.