"Uh... oh, yeah. Shit, sorry Terry--didn't even see you there. Long night." Jim was still a bit zony after the last night's antics, and shook his head to get the cobwebs out. "Coffee should help." Taking the half-full pot off, he poured himself a cup, glad they'd bought an auto-stop drip machine at the store. He turned toward the two women, gesturing with the pot as to offer them cups as well.