"It's the end... isn't it... we had a good run, Aibo..." Jack said as he tried to reach out for the flask, his fingers trembling a little as he strained to try to get it without moving, probably exerting at least 10 times the force it would take him to actually get up. But that wasn't the point, he had pride to keep, a duty to fulfill as a slacker, not to let himself need to get up to get a good glass of booze. Because God Damnit, that was what America was built on. The fact that if the T.V. remote was across the room, it might as well be in china. There was a joke about it being MADE in china in there somewhere, but Jack was far too alcohol deprived to actually think of it. Hope sprang to life as he could feel the soft metal brushing against his fingertips, indicating that it might nearly be within his reach...
And then came an all too familiar voice. Jack blinked, face first in his book still, hearing Jia speak to him. Fuuuuuck. It wasn't so much that he'd been avoiding her, that he'd been studying, but then, she seemed to be hitting the party scene, which meant that if he cared about looks he'd need to at least keep up appearances with her. And he did care about looks somewhat, even if he vehemently denied it. All across the table were math equations, history notes taken in pain staking detail with surprisingly legible handwriting, and here and there an anime character drawn on the page out of sheer boredom, also with surprising skill. Jack paused for a moment, breathing in as he stretched his arms wide....
And then in one swift motion brought the pages that were fanned out everywhere together, pushing them all into one neat stack of papers that looked like a copy of war and peace rather than a particular assignment and stuffed it into his bag, closing it with surprising energy, considering he'd had yet to actually move across the table to get the flask of booze that he'd been wanting for so long. Clasping his hands together somewhat innocently he looked up at her, his eyes widening a bit as he looked at the way that the camisole clung to her body, giving him visions of course of how well it would look if she weren't wearing fucking jeans underneath it... but then again, he knew why she was doing that too.
Unconsciously he reached down to adjust himself as something began to get hard staring at her, and remembering her. Jack wasn't too subtle about the adjustement, so that Jia would probably be able to more than tell what it was about. "Oh, it's you, Suzy..." Jack said with fake disinterest. "Didn't see you there..." that much was true, but that's because he'd been too involved in his own self drama to notice. If he had, he probably would have been adjusting himself before now. Fucked if this whole thing wasn't awkward. Finally gathering up the strength he grabbed the flask from the other side of the table, spinning it in his hand like it was a dagger before depositing it in the pocket of his jeans.
"Needed a good place to sleep... and this seemed as good of a place as any. Should have known I'd run into all the fucking geeks here..." Jack said, trying, blatantly, to imply that he was just the usual burned out stoner rather than someone who had already completed most of his homework in all of his classes. Jesus, think about what would happen if his teachers found out... they'd want him to start.... 'applying himself' or some kind of fucked up shit like that. And all of that was just too much goddamned work. Especially since teachers had this nasty habit of not really giving you more than an A, which meant that if you just flew under the radar, you could get way more done than if you were a kiss ass shining star sort of student.