Jack raised an eyebrow as Raina started to paint a mental image for him. A fairly vivid mental image. A fairly vivid rather erotic mental image. Slowly Jack's eyes widened a bit as she stopped and he reached down to adjust himself a little, glad the alcohol was dulling things a little bit so that he didn't get on something fully tenting or shocking to her. "No... that first one is uhm... good... yeah." Jack muttered as he coughed a little bit, cutting his eyes over to her. Except for the fact that World of Warcraft was a video game. Jack felt a need to point that out, but then he realized that would be as good as screaming nerd about himself and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Especially now that he had a reputation for having a huge cock! That was fucking sweet, why would he ruin that with talk of video games anyway?
Jack snorted a little bit. "Me? A closet nerd? I don't think so, I'm too cool to be a nerd. I just don't fit the profile.. though damned if I wouldn't play one in a porno after that little mental image you gave me..." Jack muttered as he scratched his chin, trying not to think about it any more. Blue balls certainly wasn't going to help him tonight, and knowing his luck Maya would probably show up at his door again. She seemed to be a goddamned bloodhound when it came to sexual frustration, and he wasn't about to let himself give into the little djinn just yet. Of course, he wondered if it wasn't just a matter of time before it happened anyway... something told him that with enough time and evilness she could probably accomplish... well, anything.
"Yes, I called it the one eyed trouser anaconda. It's not like I gave it a name like 'Paul Bunyan' or 'Destroyer' or something lame like that." Jack said with a loud laugh. "So I can't come up with any crazy euphamisms of my own, is that what you're saying? For the girl who can't even bring herself to say the word cock in a sentence, I don't think I should be taking any crap for being creative. At least it's giving you more ways to refer to it so you don't have to go... 'it's uhm... like... your thing.... jack... y'know... that... thing... that gets hard... n stuff...'" Jack said, trying to mimick her voice though not doing a really good job of it, and instead making her sound like something of a vally girl in the process. Still, he had given it a pretty good attempt, and god damnit, he was proud of it!
"No, I'm not trying to dare you into touching my wang, Pinky. Besides, I'm not like some highschool loser that's going to obsess over the fact that a girl touched my cock for a month..." he said with a deep laugh. "So pretty much all you pulling it out would do would make things a little chillier down there and give you a good idea as to whether or not the rumors are true or not. Much as I'd like to pretend that this is an overly long introduction into some sort of porno, I'm pretty sure that if you're hesitating to pull it out you're not going to suddenly find a desire to give me a handjob or something..." Jack said with a laugh, realizing he was way way over analyzing her statement about his motives on the matter. Still, he had a point. "As for what would make you different, you'd be the one with the cajones to actually do it..." he said with a smirk.
"What did I do? The worst fucking thing in the world." Jack said, not really elaborating anything more to it than that. But the way that he said it carried a weight that none of his words had before that. Without warning he tossed back and took a deep drink of the bottle of tequila after that blinking a little until his head spun. "Once you do that, everything else doesn't really matter very much anymore, y'know? Kind of hard to pretend like you give a shit about getting a girl's phone number when you know what real pain is." Jack muttered and shook his head, not elaborating on it any further, nor did he have plans to, regardless of what she might offer him in return for it.