He's not some kid who needs looking after. This will hardly be the first time he's gotten--no seriously--way too drunk while hanging around Felix and his family, either. Not that he intends to let it go that far. But the possibility isn't exactly off the table. Especially not when he watches straight laced Stratos slam down his drink as though it were a shot of whiskey.

Jim resists the urge to give a low, impressed whistle. But only just barely.

"I'll hold down the fort while you're gone." Jim promises his brother-in-law to be. Looks between the hand on his shoulder at the battle mage giving it with a genuine smile. Confident. Reassuring. Even though his stomach internally clenches slightly at the heft of the jug being clattered down onto their table.

"I don't know many, but I'm a fast learner." He perches his chin on a propped up hand before moving his cup closer to where it's been placed. "What sort did you have in mind?"