"Well, you shouldn't be afraid to like the terminator movies, nerdy girls are hawt..." Jack said with a nod. "Not that liking the terminator is super nerdy or anything, but still... nothing wrong with liking what it is that you like. Unless it's like... midget on donkey porn. In which case there's still nothing wrong with liking what it is that you like, but I really don't want to fucking hear about it..." Jack said with a nod. "It's not like every girl on the face of the planet has to like gone with the wind because they have a pussy or something..." Jack said with a shrug. Of course, he would never admit to liking disney movies or being anything less than a super manly stud, but the point of it was the same, he supposed... maybe.
Jack raised an eyebrow as her face suddenly buried itself in his shoulder, then shook his head lightly as she came out blushing, trying to convice herself that she couldn't possibly do it for fear that someone might hear. "So what if someone hears, it's fucking dark out here. And what, you're going to let someone fucking tell you what you can and can't say, because that is HORSE SHIT!" He yelled the last word and heard it echo over the lake, smirking a little. "Come on, live a little, just belt something out that you've been wanting to scream all day." Jack tried to urge her. If she didn't he'd probably let it go, but he at least wanted to see what she'd bellow out as her first word of choice.
Of course, when she mentioned about how most of the girls in her class were talking his eyebrows went way up, somewhat piqued in terms of interest in what it was that the girls had talked about him over. Was it his dashing good looks, his awesome charming wit, his ability to punt a squirrel over 200 yards? Of course, the reality of it was far funnier, especially given how much Raina seemed to choke on the idea of actually spitting it out. Even when she managed to sum up the courage she couldn't quite say it, and it made him snicker quite a bit. "How big much COCK is, you mean. It's okay, you can say COCK you know. It won't kill you to refer to the one eyed trouser anaconda by it's proper name..." he said with a snicker. "Tell you what... pull it out, right now. You can set the record straight. I won't even make you show me yours..." he said with a smirk.
"You're not experienced? All the more reason to pull it out and take a crack at it. You've got me drunk, there'll be no fucking easier guy within miles of here. Besides, you'd have something to brag about if I live up to legendary status." Jack said with a laugh as she seemed pretty goddamned embarassed by the whole thing. To him it was just fucking hilarious though. "I'm placing a bet though that even as much alcohol as you've imbibed you're still too fuckin chicken to do it though..." he said, leaning back and looking up at the sky.
"Haha! well, at least you know how guys think... that's more than I can say about most girls..." Jack said, handing her the bottle. "But since you picked truth, and I am the master of ruthless truth or dare, I'm going to say that for truth, you have to tell me what happened with this guy that you're getting drunk over. And don't try to pull some bullshit about having no idea what I'm talking about because we both know it's horse shit. So there you go, there's your truth, sweetheart. And remember, don't drink more than a sip or two...." he cautioned again, mainly because he didn't want her to barf all over him or something.