"I's thinks I'm startin tooooeee get a beet hammered. Jack Hammered... fuck that's hilarious. Did you know I'm hillllarrrusss?" Jack said as he leaned over the bar to the bartender, who just rolled his eyes at him. Jack frowned a little as the man started to walk away, knitting his brow he stared at the tender and then blinked a little, smacking his lips as he looked around the bar. There wasn't a lot of people here, just the regular losers from the campus that he recognized. Then again, his head was spinning a little bit, and he felt finally good. Not one to actually stop himself from being buzzed, he poured another big cup of tequila and downed it and slammed the glass on the bar.
Damned it all, there didn't seem to be a lot left, which meant assuredly that he'd get cut off soon. That meant he'd have to find another bar, and would probably sober up sooner or later if it wasn't close. Long walks tended to oxidize it in his blood stream faster. Fuck, the fact that he could even remember that oxidation wasn't a way of getting rid of zits was an indicator that he was starting to sober up already. Jack muttered a little as he put his face in his arms and stared out across the bar slowly as he noticed people's faces starting to blur. That or they were turning their heads to look at someone.
A voice snapped him from his reverie as he looked at her, pausing a little as she asked him to buy her a drink. Was she flirting with him? He should probably tell her to go fuck herself, but for some reason he felt pretty happy at the moment, so maybe he would do what she said and just fucking buy her a drink. Not like there was really a shortage of money anyway. "Buyz you a drink if you uhm... do something hot... for... me..." Jack muttered as his eyes crossed a little. Normally he was quite a bit more witty than he was right now, but it was clear that he was pretty damned smashed at this point.
"My good bartenderage. Fetch this woman a pint of your best spirits... for she doth plan on venturing to mine bendchamer..." Jack said, falling into a fit of giggles as he mispronounced bedchamber, slapping a hundred down on the table. "Sirrrrissly though. Get the girl whatever the fuck shwants. Sh's fuck fuck faawkin banging" Jack said, smiling at her. "And she's got... an allegory... alligator... illus.... her shirt means pussy, which is fucking hawt." Jack explained to the bartender who politely asked Kay what it was that she was having, and would run off to get it for her.
"Dun... dun I know you from somewhere....?" Jack said, leaning close to Kay, starting to fall over until he caught himself at the last minute on her bartop. She would be able to smell the tequila on his breath. "Yeah, yur, that girl... K....Kay.....K-Pax. No... uhm... I'z call you another name because... because names is hard... n... then you gets all... attached n... fuck..." Jack blinked a little as he set his head down in his arms and swished his drink around a little in his glass. "anyways, y'er welcome fors the booze... too badz y'er out of my legion or we could... y'know... get...er... on..." Jack winked at her a little then pointed at some random woman out of the blue.
"Heyzz baby how's you like all of this all up n naked in UR base? Wait... where you goin?" Jack blinked a little as he tried to stumble towards the woman as she quickly walked away, stumbling back so he could lean against the bar again. "Gd dammit. wuz it take to get laid in this town?"