“You think they don’t already think that?” Nick asked, smirking slightly. In all truth Jax hadn’t done anything that would make anyone think he was some kind of perv, or at least she was unaware of any kind of antics he might have gotten up to that might taint everyone’s opinion of him. Still, it was amusing to poke at him about it. For the briefest of moments she was actually worried she had hurt his feelings, but then she picked up on the joking tone and thus all sympathy for him was lost. “Like one girl’s opinion could really deflate your ego.” She answered matter of factly. Especially her opinion, she wasn’t exactly a girl guy’s chased after – tomboys didn’t often get that kind of attention.
“Of course,” Nick figured everyone had their reasons for doing things. She had her own motives for some of the things she did, ones she didn’t necessarily want to talk about either. So she wasn’t about to go pushing Jax to reveal more than he wanted to – and maybe his motives were simply that he liked attention and that was that. Switching the subject seemed like a good route; hanging out was supposed to be fun after all, wasn’t it? “I’ll believe that when I see it,” she quipped, a smirk still gracing her features. “I asked out of disbelief that you had actually sunk down to a grade school behavior like that.” She answered as she pulled the blanket around herself tighter, the cold seeping in despite the liquor coursing through her body.
Nick shrugged. “I didn’t suggest anything because I didn’t have anything to suggest,” She had drank before, yes, but it had always been with her brothers and their friends, and they had never been fond of drinking games. She rolled her eyes at his suggestion, expecting it after her brain had caught up with the opening she had given him. “Your answer is obvious, you know that, right?” Nick was trying to sidestep actually answering. It wouldn’t do much good to admit that in all honesty she didn’t actually know that making out was ‘always interesting’. “Interesting for who exactly?”