Ianto blinked. Hard. And lowered his gun to point at the ground. Was Jack drunk? He'd never seen him act this way, but then again, he'd never seen him drunk either. Although, he'd heard from Jack and others that it was near impossible for the man to get drunk, and yet there he was.

"Who, me?" Jack asked. He put the tray back on the shelf that he'd knocked it off of and hauled himself to his feet. He didn't sway on his feet--that would be too stereotypical and anyway, he'd always been one to hold his liquor fairly well. He smiled lopsidedly at Akihiko. "Why d'you ask? Do I look drunk? Or is it the bottle that gives it away?" he asked, grinning and motioning to said bottle, sitting on the edge of a console.

"Either way, you got it right on the nose, tiger," Jack said, with a wink. Ianto swayed on his feet.