Vaguely, Jolie is able to comprehend that Jack might not want to go out. Somewhere in her, she can accept the idea that he might turn her down for the invitation. He seems set on his stupid, stupid plans and that's all the more reason to distract him. She's all for binge drinking, but only socially. She finds she doesn't much like the idea of hiding out and getting wasted all alone, even if she can imagine why he'd prefer to.

"I can fault a man for exactly that." She points out, arching a brow at him for his trouble. She's glad to see him play along, it's a good sign as well as a terrible one because it makes self-restraint all the more difficult to hold onto.

"It sounds depressing." She says frankly, but her expression brightens considerably when he gives what seems to be approval. Despite rebuffing him, her hand is reaching for his and squeezing it in an effort to be comforting. "What do you eat, anyway? Fish? I only ever see you drinking."