Jack tried his best not to do an outright facepalm as he saw Jia go over to talk to the new girl with the dark hair who was making a point of sticking her ass out at him. Or she was sticking her chest out at the guy pretending to be a bartender. Either way, it was a good view, but Jia going over there was like introducing fire to a crate of TNT. The last thing she wanted to be doing while drunk was taking advice from a girl that was obviously well versed in how to put her ankles to her ears. Still, it looked as if the meeting went off solely with her finding another drink to have, as Kay drifted over to talk to Maya, and hopefully Jia next.
As Kay said something to Maya and she smiled, he couldn't help but blink a little and stare. Had she really meant what she'd said about him going over and getting laid? Damned if it wasn't kind of awesome to have a woman as your wing-man, who also slept with you when you got shot down, but it was also a little scary as well. Was she just cruising for a threesome after all and wanted Jack to real in the third party? or was this something about testing him? Damned if women weren't so fucking hard to read it was sick.
Still, Jack couldn't help but have his eyes wander over to Jia now and again, noticing the way that she seemed to get more and more inebriated. He could see a couple of Satyrs eyeing her like a lion eyes a limping gazelle on the African plains and he sighed a little. Why the fuck did he even care, anyway? He needed more fucking alcohol. Walking up to the bar he just grabbed a bottle of tequila and plopped back down on the couch, popping off the top of it as he slowly started guzzling it until he felt a bit of a buzz coming on.
At that point he noticed Maya walking towards him. Blinking, he eyed her for a moment and asked her the question every woman loves to hear. "What the fuck do you want?"