"Ah!" Jasper made as something found him on his shoulder. His hand instinctively went to touch the hit spot, then he saw the gemstone which had ultimately landed on the seat next to him. By now at least, he was drunk enough to make (morbid) jokes: "Well that proves I'm not cursed." In his head, being bothered by pain was a sign that he wouldn't want to hurt himself.
In any case, compliant as he usually was, he brought the stone to his forehead. With his other hand, he fumbled into his pocket to procure his pocket watch.
In any case, compliant as he usually was, he brought the stone to his forehead. With his other hand, he fumbled into his pocket to procure his pocket watch.