our conversations ain't long but you know what is (fearisgone) wrote in immune_ic,
"Everybody wishes I'd wander around pantless," Jax scoffed, a smug and smirky grin on his face. Yes, actually he was rather shameless. The only way going without pants would bother him would be if there were shrinkage issues. "Too damn cold for that, though." He'd never had the dreams about suddenly being in public naked like his best friend Hunter back home had used to have. Jax had used to have to spend first hour at school listening to a bunch of convoluted crap that Hunt had dreamed. Well, hey, it had beat listening to announcements, in all honesty.
Jax shifted his position a little, half-turning toward her and pulling his knees up to stay warmer. "Nah, I'll do anything anyway," he told her when she asked if he had to be drunk to do tricks. It was the absolute truth. Jax never needed any kind of artificial elements to be a lunatic; it came to him naturally. He couldn't help smiling when she kept picking at him about how much he'd had to drink before, and he rolled his eyes as he replied, "Try a glass or two. No fair makin' me out to be a lightweight when you never drank with me before." He stuck out his tongue then, unable to resist the urge. Jax was always a smartass, and he could definitely get silly. He was feeling both of those things right now.
He surrendered the bottle and thought about her question as she drank from it. "Beer pong? But you kinda need stuff we don't have for that." He shrugged a shoulder. "Other than that, just the ones where you take a drink when certain things happen." Jax smirked. "Every time you hear a gunshot that means a zombie went down? Some days you'd be drunk off your ass in half an hour."