our conversations ain't long but you know what is (fearisgone) wrote in immune_ic,
"I haven't been here long enough to get much of a reputation," Jax said. "Well, unless you ask Zach. He thinks I'm a menace." These words were said with complete glibness, as if Jax couldn't have cared less. He actually thought Zach was pretty cool, for an older dude. The guy had managed to put up with him in the infirmary for two weeks, and that said something. "It does totally suck that none of us got to go to Prom," he added when she talked about milestones. They'd seen innumerable movies about the teenage years, but people his age hadn't really gotten to experience much of that, and that did suck. It was a good enough excuse to act out, he thought.
Jax reached for the bottle again, wanting to get the most possible out of this, his first real drunken experience. The bottle was feeling much lighter now, and he felt quite pleased about that. He thought they might actually kill the whole thing.
"Like, I can't speak for every guy in the universe," Jax said. "'Cause there's a lot of nerd guys who don't know how to talk to girls, and guys who like other guys, but... normal-ish guys? I think it's true for those guys." Jax wasn't feeling awkward at all, but there wasn't much he wasn't willing to discuss with just about anyone. He didn't tend to have much of a filter. "You've been lucky, then," he said, rolling his eyes when she said she hadn't met any awful kissers. Nick's comment about the word picture he'd painted for her struck him funny, and he started to snicker. "No, why the hell would that be my goal if I was trying to get you to make out with me? That'd just be stupid. Or a back-assward way to go about it." It took him some effort, but he tried to arrange his features in something that wasn't abject laughter; apparently, alcohol made him silly. "I was sharing a personal story, that's all."