"Oh holy christ. You're opening with a Heath Ledger line. Really?" Jack said as he squinted up at the hot chick. "I hate to break this to you, Jasmine, but guys don't actually get flattered. Flattered is just what they tell women so they can avoid saying that they want to bone a chick. Or not bone a chick. Really it's just one of those fun things to say to avoid saying what you actually want to say, because you're too much of a goddamned pussy to violate the social contract by speaking out against societal norms." Jack grinned a little. Usually using the big words scared away the ones that thought they were hot shit, but it looked like this one was at least in for a few rounds of Jack insults. Jesus, how many fucking women was he going to wind up breaking the spirit of tonight? This one seemed like it was going to be a tougher nut to crack than Jia.
"Shit, by all means, it's a fucking free country." Jack said, well after she started drinking, pointing out the fact that she hadn't actually waited for him to give it to her. Jesus Christ, this girl was probably used to guys fucking falling over themselves to make her happy, wasn't she? Jack didn't really even try to stifle the yawn that came from him as he watched her trying to make a show of chug the booze, clearly not impressed by the amount she inbibed. Grabbing the bottle from her when she was done he poured in at least twice the amount she did, feeling his head ring a little to punish him for it, as he set the bottle down.
When she said he looked familiar, he actually put his palm to cover his face a little, sighing slightly. "Okay... wow. I don't know if I should be offended or just sad for you that you're trying to use the 'haven't I seen you around here somewhere' line on me. Why not just ask if I have a mirror in my pocket while you're at it?" Jack said, raising one of his awesomely bushy eyebrows at her. She did look familiar, now that she mentioned it though. His eyes narrowed as he studied her rack. Sure, faces were hard, but Jack always remembered a good pair of tits, where the fuck had he seen those before. Slutting it up somewhere... he just couldn't remember where.
"Look, Jasmine, I'm sure your diamond in the rough is waiting out there for you somewhere..." he said, completely ignoring the fact that she'd told him her name. Slowly he lightly grasped her hand with two fingers as he moved it from his lap to hers. "Buut, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not wearing a fez nor do I have a trained monkey running around with me. Probably a good fucking thing too, ain't no genies in this world. Just djinn. And those djinn are goddamned evil motherfuckers. I wouldn't want to get within 100 goddamned feet of one." It was true too, they WERE evil fuckers. Of course, he had no idea he was sitting next to one... awkward.
"Oh... the eyebrows. God damn, you're the first woman to ever figure it out, guys don't actually want to be commented on their muscles, or how handsome they are, or what a fucking stud they are or how big their dick is. Nope, it's really the eyebrows. I guess I just sort of HAVE to sleep with you now, don't I?" Jack said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he stood up, pausing as he heard her mention Ralph. That's where he saw those tits before. God only knew what she did to Ralph to score her fucking first hit.
"Jesus, you're still getting your shit from Ralph? That's just pathetic. That guy practically sells lawn trimmings and tries to pass it off as a good hit." Jack said as he started to walk away, calling over his shoulder after her. "Speaking of which, time to start a real party. See ya Jaz. Good luck finding Aladdin!" Jack looked around for a balcony, and not finding one stalked out of the party, making a B line for the nearest stairwell. He'd been planning on watching out for Jia but Kay seemed to have shit in hand, a few minute break wouldn't hurt... assuming Maya took a hint and wasn't following him.