Jeff's a sucker for a smile. No pity, no concern, thank fuck, because he really doesn't want to deal with that right now. It's a lot easier to pretend he's fine when others play along.

He pulls up a seat beside Kavinsky, flashing a lopsided grin in return.

"Yeah? I could get up to all kinds of shit with a partner. Like..." He waves a hand and laughs. "You know, petty crimes only, I swear." Light mischief!

He orders a drink, straight liquor, but not totally bottom shelf like before. He could probably use food or water or something, if he wanted to be responsible, but fuck that. Jeff's not responsible; he's never been responsible. The goal is: total obliteration, and maybe some fun along the way.

"I'm Jeff. Just..." He wiggles his fingers abstractly. "...blew in."