She was a classy drinker, Jared assumed so anyway. When it came to drinking, he rarely took on a preference of any sort at all, he rarely even drank wine. It was usually whatever beer was around, despite how bad it tasted, or whiskey if he just wanted to forget the entire day within the hour. But he did want to match her, so it looked like he was going to wine tonight. "Alrighty then, I'll be right back with your drinks." The bartender said, shooting Jared a smug look based on all the times he'd offered wine to Jared before but he'd turned it down. Jared was almost surprised Frank didn't ask for an ID. Sure, Bridget clearly wasn't a sixteen year old teenager, but he'd seen him ask older looking people before of both genders. He figured it must have been because he was with her. Jared wouldn't be caught dead bringing a minor to drink. The thought almost amused him.<br/><br/>He might have made a comment on what she'd chosen to drink, but he didn't really have anything to say, nothing witty and nothing in general. She made an honest choice, so he decided he might pick up small talk on a different subject. What was there to talk about anyway? Sports, weather? That sounded just utterly pointless, like something to say when there was nothing to say at all. She did like guns, that much was clear. It was a peculiar conversation to start up though, whether it be with men or women, some people were very touchy about guns. Of course, Bridget made it clear she wasn't already, but he'd rarely ever started any conversations on the subject. Thankfully, through his thinking, she spoke instead.<br/><br/>He didn't even put it together, when she put the cigarette in her mouth, that she'd need to light it. It was the whole reason they were here in the first place after all, but he was too caught up in his own thoughts. "'Course you can." Jared said, reaching into his pocket once again, handing her the lighter so she could light her cigarette on her own. Sure, he didn't trust her like she was family or anything, but he trusted her enough to not keep the lighter after she lit the cigarette. "I'm sure you won't somehow go through all the fluid with two little lights." Jared said, he hadn't exactly been keeping up with the fluid because he rarely needed it, but whenever he needed it, it seemed to work. He got it filled up enough. He was certain there was more than enough for another light.<br/><br/>The bartender came back with their drinks, in two wine glasses. "I'll put it on your tab, Jared." Frank said, leaving them to their discussion. Jared knew he was going to have to pay that one day too. He had the money. But it was neat waiting to see how long Frank would go until he cut him off. "I gotta admit, I ain't ever had white wine until today." He said, taking a short sip from the glass and taking in the taste. "Hmmm. Ain't bad." He inquired.