"An' that's what makes you one o' them homophobes," Jay peeled at his MGD label absently, trying to remember the last time he'd had a beer. Probably back in school, and although he couldn't remember it, he'd lay odds it was probably Hellion's fault. He had no idea when exactly he'd turned 21, probably because up until the x-men showed up at that Negative Zone prison, he'd felt about a hundred and twenty-one.
He took a swig of the cool fizzing liquid and grinned at his brother. "No offense or nothin', it's just a fact."