"No!" Jack protested, perhaps a bit too harshly. "Do I look sober to you, Suzy?" He said.. wondering if he did really look sober. No, that was crazy, people wouldn't be able to tell just from looking at him whether or not he was drunk or not. Not that it mattered, he realized. Being sober wasn't exactly a bad thing... everyone was sober some of the time. His rep wouldn't be affected by him not looking drunk ALL of the time. Besides, it really was pretty fucking difficult for him to stay buzzed, he was actually fairly sober more than Jia would probably realize that he was... but still, he'd said it, and at this point he was going to stick by exactly what he'd said.
He watched Jia sort of awkwardly look at the girl who he had scared off with a slightly panicked look on her face. "What, you would prefer I invite her over so that I could introduce the two of you?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "you need to learn to stop looking that gift horse in the mouth, Suzy. They usually have some pretty awful breath." He shook his head a bit. So damned concerned with looks, and it didn't make a lot of sense. True, he liked looking like a rebel, but non conformism just left him open to a world of possibilities, not made him follow one painfully boring line of how he should be, what he should do, how he should look. All he had to do was not seem normal... which was surprisingly easy most times.
Suzy was getting on his nerves though, already. She was trying to apologize for what had happened, and really there was nothing to apologize for. She'd used the wrong name, and that was sort of it. It wasn't like he hated her for it or anything, she was pretty hot, after all, and unlike that fucking bitch Maya, she wasn't so full of herself that she flaunted it in front of everyone, trying to make it seem like Jack should just whip out his dick for size comparisons and take a number in order to get into bed with her. Jia was something else... something different, and as of yet, despite the fact that she was annoying as fuck most of the time Jack didn't really see a reason to actively hate her... just try to limit exactly how much she freaked out.
Of course... then she stepped around towards him, taking his comment about things being real to call him, of all things... a fake. Jack's eyes narrowed sharply at the words, as she called him a fake to his face, to tell him in a hushed whisper that he wasn't real. Jack reached down and pulled out his flask again, unscrewing the top as she lectured him and then tilted his head back to toss a nice few swigs of it down, feeling it's way burn into his esophagus pleasantly, giving him the heady sensation that betrayed if he drank a bit more of it he might actually get a nice buzz off. He didn't really need a buzz at this point, he just wanted to remember what the fucking whiskey tasted like.
Reaching up then he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her towards him, kissing her hard and without warning. He could feel her start to freeze up, in typical fashion like she did, not realizing what was happening. His tongue snaked between her lips slowly so that she could taste the whiskey in her mouth as he pushed her up against the book case and roughly grabbed her chest, kneading it hard through the little outfit that she wore over it, feeling her start to squirm just a little bit as he pulled away from her as he whispered into her ear. "God damn I want you..." he purred out, and swallowed softly, gripping her shoulder. "I can't wait..." he whispered, and then lightly pushed her down...