Give her a week and she'd figure out the nuances. Well maybe a week no one ever said she caught onto everything like lightening, but she wasn't as stupid as her grades in school would have indicated. Just cranking out trig assignments had been like nails grating on a chalkboard when she was much happier noshing on a slurpee and getting high. There was something of truth in that one Afroman song... she was gonna go to class until she got high. Whoops. But what had her point been.... shit another problem with that whole getting high thing. Whatever, it probably didn't really matter in the end.
Especially not when she was attempting to let her brain catch up with everything that had just happened. Break was good. So was the idea of a cigarette which she could smell somehow over the scent of the now open pizza box. Serious yum. Shit smelled good. Not that she'd really doubted the pizza Manny brought would have actually not been good shit.
"Nope. Sam got all the manners. I got the appreciation of cheap beer. Next time I'll get you the fucking champagne of beers, High Life it is." Jax replied with a smirk that fit her face about as well as the whole poofy lips and bed head that she had going on now did. Her hand shot up and she managed to snagged the beer that was tossed her way. "Blow me. Literally. I'm the birthday girl..." She began still grinning. "Or actually just get me some of that pizza."
And lookie there, pizza and Manny that worked. Bite of pizza and if she were looking in she might have actually thrown up with the whole idea of someone eating off the slice of pizza held by someone else but uh... yeah when in Rome or whatever. Oh fuck it. Bite chewed she snagged the cigarette that was forgotten and left in the ashtray and took a puff from it. Now all they needed to do was wipe each other's asses and start finishing each other sentences. Christ.
But somehow that was okay. Best. Birthday. Ever. Hands down.