Jack raised a brow at the silence that followed his demand that Justin Bieber be left to whatever level of hell one had to be placed inside of in order to have to hear him constantly. Fuck it all, it was just as well, the last thing he needed was some goddamned needy little wide eyed school girl going 'whatcha drinking mister? you smell funny... are you one of them specials that they talk about in the news?' Gods fucking knew that it was hard enough to go through his day in day out activities without wanting to just toast all of the humans AND supernaturals around him into oblivion, the last thing he needed was another annoying reason to want to fry one of the little fuckers.
And then of course came the question. What the hell was Jusin Bieber? Ah for a world where he wouldn't actually have to know the answer to that question... For a world where he wouldn't go to youtube videos and see the top comments mentioning him... ah, it was a brave new world. Sadly, even a fucking joint couldn't get him to imagine such a wonderful utopia where Justin Bieber did not exist. "Justin Bieber is an evil cyborg sent from the future by the machines in order to destroy all decent music that motivates the human resistance by instead flooding the airwaves with tween angsty crap and bad eubonics..." Jack said with a surprising amount of clarity for someone who had downed about a quarter of the bottle of tequila.
At which point suddenly he heard a glass bottle breaking, then something about a party foul, and he'd just started to get up to see what was happening when suddenly there was another half swear, half giggle and then a woman fell on her ass right in front of him. Jack paused for a minute, then quietly settled back in and took another sip of his drink as he watched her pull a shard of glass out of her foot. Damn, she must be tougher than she looked given the fact that she didn't even seem to fucking feel it at all. That or she was fucking drunk off of her goddamned rocker. Jack was in the process of debating which side of that argument he was going to support when he realized that in all honesty he really didn't give a flying fuck which it happened to be so long as she wasn't about to annoy the crap out of him. Then again, on this campus that was pretty hard to find.
"THANK YOU!" Jack said when she mentioned his name, and associated it with liquor. How many months had he been here and none of the women that he had met were able to tell him something like that. The closest he got was something along the lines of 'wha? Like the booze'. Finally, maybe the name and face recognition was starting to happen around campus. "Jesus... if only fuckin Suzy squirrel was here to see this shit, maybe she could learn a thing or three from you..." he said with the light shake of his head, then paused slightly as she mentioned that she was just drinking him. Slowly, one eyebrow raised at Raina, then another eyebrow raised at Raina... then Jack paused, and reached down to lightly feel his pants just to make sure he still was zipped.