"Go to the party... piss off girl and don't get laid anymore. Go to the party... piss off girl and don't get laid anymore." Jack looked in the mirror as he frowned a little, pondering exactly which was the bigger evil. Taking in a slow breath as he looked at his reflection and nodded. "Let's face it buddy, party will be over tonight, but Kay's probably going to have at least a few more years in her experimental 'Jack is worth banging' phase before she settles for the most hugestest douchebag alive for alive for her first boyfriend, like every fucking woman since the beginning of time." Sighing a little he ran a comb through his hair, making sure there was an appropriate amount of gel in it to make it look nice and slick.
Then he grabbed a somewhat ratting looking t-shirt and pulled it over his lean muscles, grabbing a pair of black jeans from his drawer and slipping them on. They took him forever to find until he remembered that the girl had said something about putting clothing in the dresser. It was kind of a surprise to him that the thing was good for more than hiding weed, but shit, it did sort of make things easier to find... like, if you were actually expecting them in there. Doing the button on his jeans he examined them and noted that they were ripped in several places, then realized that he couldn't really give a fuck about that sort of shit, and thus shrugged, grabbing a big brown bag.
Walking across campus, he smiled a little to himself. Jia's little fucking rant that had pissed him off had already been forgotten. He'd been having a goddamned awesome day before she had come along, and he wasn't one to let a single little nagging prude ruin his good time. Of course, he had started drinking again after she'd just bitched him out, but that was because the hangover had come back, not because of anything that she'd said. Looking up at the dorm where he knew Kay was waiting, Jack couldn't help but smirk a little. Reaching back he patted to make sure he had the requisite party drugs in case he could make good money for them or there was a smoking hot chick that would fuck him for some, and that being done, he headed into the door room.
Without knocking, Jack just opened the door, walking in with a smirk, taking a minute, and then bellowing out in a loud voice. "JACK DANIELS IN THE HIZZOUSE MOTHER FUCKAS!" He saw people turn towards him and he gave a somewhat broad smile as he pulled a bottle of J.D. from his bag, and called out. "Free bottle of booze to the first chick that shows me her tits!" he said, watching as a couple of girls did it, and he paused, tapping his chin. "I think technically she did it first, but you both deserve one, ladies. The rest I'll be using to spike the punch bowl with..."
Not seeing Kay right away he just headed towards the table and started unloading a haul of booze of various varieties that would make a bar tender jealous, pulling out a bottle of tequila and pouring it into a tall glass like it was an iced tea, watching as someone who saw him gave him a 'holy shit' look. Jack shrugged a little. "Dude, Jack Daniel's ain't no fucking light weight. Remember the name kid, someday it might be on your money." With drink in hand he went and collapsed down on the couch, pausing as he remembered it... hopefully there weren't any stains on it...