Raina wasn't exactly the cursing type so she shied away from saying 'fuck.' Though that was something she planned on adding to her list. What, was she the only person in school who didn't curse? And there had been only one person who seemed to like that. She bit her bottom lip, scraped her teeth over the pink flesh and decided now was the best time to start. "fuck," she said, voice lowering just a little. "I meant, did a genie really sneak into your room to.. fuck you." There. That wasn't so hard, right?
His wink however brought a school girl like blush over her cheeks. She averted her eyes to the ground and smirked, "Well, you're not subtle at all, are you?" She didn't have to wonder if.. fucking.. was something he had been referencing with that comment. And she suddenly really wished she hadn't dropped her bottle. She looked sadly at the spot where it was shattered and knew she should have been more careful. They were expensive and when you do something stupid like break it before you're done with it, you didn't have any left.
Raina smirked then, and thought how odd it was to find someone who was so viciously honest. It was too often that people lied, worried about how people would see them. "Well, your concern is both noted and appreciated, no matter how pretend it may be." It was the shaking of the bottle that really made the decision for her. Besides, it felt dangerous--however small of a baby step it may be. Pulling her foot from the water, she checked the cut and saw that it wasn't bleeding any longer. It seemed there wasn't much that being in the water couldn't fix for a mermaid. Turning to look at Jack, Raina judged the distance, then (much more carefully this time) helped herself to her feet. She stood on tip toes as she walked over to him. Then, once dropping her shoes a few feet from him, she lowered herself to the ground--albeit clumsily.
It took a minute but once she sat beside him, she extended her legs in front of her and had to tug on the bottom of her skirt a little to pull it into place, so it was decent enough. There. All in place. "So, if those are the only two reasons why a girl gets drunk," she started, not exactly sure she even wanted to talk about Desmond. If just thinking about him reopened those wounds, wouldn't talking about him just make it worse? "What are the reasons why a guy get's drunk? Because I didn't see you with some girl trying to get her drunk too."