Jack hadn't noticed Suzy Squirrel, of course, but he had noticed some dance moves out there on the floor. It was pretty surprising that someone in here knew how to get their GROOVE THANG on. You didn't really see that at many college parties, given that most of the point of college parties was to do what Jack was fucking doing... DRINK. He raised a glass in the general direction of whomever was shakin their money maker and instead decided to lean back and enjoy the whiskey and let the good times flow naturally. He could see as a few girls passed by and gave him curious glances, and he made certain to give them his best smokey dark mysterious stranger look back.
Of course, that was before Suzy decided to come start some shit too. Jack had almost started to take a drink when she came up to him, demanding to know what he was doing here at the party. Pausing a little, he blinked, looked at his drink, and then at her, then raised his drink towards her, and smiled a little. "Well, Suze, you see, sometimes, big kids like to have things that are a little stronger than the chai tea lattes that you're used to having. We like to call this 'drinking'. Usually we do it to have fun, so that we don't really have to think about annoying little girls that slap us, or try to lecture us on the proper protocol for courting a lady in the 18th century. We call those people.... BUZZ KILLS."
Jack couldn't help but smile a little. Though she was killing his buzz, he knew for a fact that he was just slaughtering any that she might have had. And really in the Jack Daniels playbook of life, if you got fucked, all you needed to do was FUCK THEM HARDER. Ironically, this seemed to work well not just in terms of arguments but also in the bedroom, as crazy as that sounded. Leaning back he took a slow sip of his booze and looked at her, standing over him like that, looking at any moment as if her veins were actually going to explode in her head. "Wo-o-ho their Suzy Squirrel, you need to calm down... slow your roll homie, learn to take some good old chillax."
He patted the couch beside him. "Why don't you have a seat beside me. We both know that you saw me, and rather than do the natural reaction which would have been to avoid me, you decided to come straight towards me and start some shit. Which means I was right about you, you're not actually after one of these attractive but... neolithic young men around us." A few guys gave him a strange look at that one and he just smiled and winked at them, watching as they winked back, not actually knowing what he'd just said. Goddamned idiots. "Instead, you're after that special guy that knows just where to touch you to make you go 'oooooh...'"
Jack's smile, if possible widened. "There are still seats on the love train, Suzy... and you know that it goes all. night. long." Jack couldn't help but wonder if he was going to get a drink thrown in his face over this. And yet.... so... so so.... SOOO very worth it. He imagined that Suzy was just about ready to EXPLODE. His eyes widening he perked up a little to watch the fireworks in the hopes that she's have a full on Carrie-style meltdown.