"Fuck no I'm not subtle. Subtlety is for pussies." Jack said with a shake of his head. "Why bother hiding what you're thinking when you can just man up and say it. I mean, yeah, sometimes someone's panties gets in a bunch over it, but, fuck them. Life is full of horrific shit, and if you can't fucking handle it, then get the fuck out, I say. Or take up drinking or shit." He rolled his eyes at that one and then eyed the bottle. "But yeah, if you're looking for Mr. Roger's Neighborhood, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong address. This is more like Pee Wee's playhouse, and by that I mean expect public indecency." Jack said with something of a snort as he leaned back and looked at the sky.
As she wobbled towards him he couldn't help but appreciate the swaying view, but didn't really do anything to try to help her sit down except snicker a bit at how hard it seemed to be for her. "Careful there..." he said, and then chuckled as the first thing she did was tug her skirt into place. "Ah, no twisted Japanese up skirt action for me eh? Figures."
"Who says you're not the girl I'm trying to get drunk..." he said, handing her the bottle. "Careful though, I can hold my liquor waaay better than most. You don't want to take more than a sip of that or you're going to be stone cold out of it and I don't really feel like carrying you back to the dorms..." Jack muttered somewhat honestly.
"But to answer your question... guys get drunk for all sorts of reasons. When they're having girl trouble, when they're trying to get a girl drunk, when they just don't want to give a shit about life anymore, when they wake up from an erotic dream about their dead ex girlfriends, or, when they're like me, and just are a fucking alcoholic awesome son of a bitch." Jack said with a smirk.
"So you going to open up party girl, or just do something crazy? Truth or Dare?" Jack said with a lopsided grin.