"Ha... blood is always around, I guess. But what was the idea that you were going to provide it? Hate to tell you this Pinky, but I'm pretty sure you're about as filling to a vampire on a blood rage as a rice cake is to a fatty. Usually when those fuckers go crazy in the news they go through more than a few of you or me..." he said shaking his head. "Something tells me that if you're supposed to be the one to stop that, that you've seen Beauty and the Beast one too many times, kid..." God damn it. No fucking Disney references! He needed to keep the conversation going before she caught onto that one. "I mean seriously, I get the whole desire to be all 'love conquers all' and shit about life... but let's face it, if I was on some sort of PCP induced psycho rage I probably wouldn't even notice if I plowed down some girl I loved... fuck think about how many people did dumb fucking shit on booze, let alone blood..."
Ah, vampire blood. It had been something Jack had tried... after all, it was supposed to have grand effects on mortals and whatnot. Really all he'd learned from the experience was that there was not really a substitute for a fucking beer and a joint. Feeling antsy and horny at the same time, not a great combination. He wondered if vampires felt that way all the time. That would seriously be a shitty fucking way to live... like being in goddamned high school all over again really. Maybe that's why they made so many fucking shitty books about vampires banging high school girls that caused the right wings to get all up in arms about the corruption of youth and society or whatnot. Jack didn't fucking know, nor did he really care.
"Pffft. He wouldn't do that... he wouldn't do that because A. Being on vampire blood is essentially having the libido of a horny animal with the willpower of a teenage boy, B. because the girl wasn't hot... here I'm assuming because something tells me vampires probably aren't going out of there way for ugly chicks.. just sayin... C. Because of course if he had violated her body the first thing he'd want to do was tell you his girlfriend... or D. because he totally didn't break up with you in a guilty fashion afterwards. I'm just saying, Pinky, for someone who's all in 'anti ex boyfriend' mode, you still seem to be placing a fuck load of trust in the guy."
"But fuck, what do I know. Maybe he's the knight in fucking shining armor that all little girls dream about. Maybe this is some sort of self sacrificial bullshit because he knows he's going to wind up hurting you when his blood lust takes over and he winds up making a mistake... maybe he wants to save you from that..." Jack paused, and then snorted and started laughing. "And maybe I'm going to run for president some day. But I wouldn't fucking count on it, that much is for goddamned sure..."
Jack paused as she asked him to be like him, and stared out into the darkness for a moment. For a second, just the briefest of seconds, he seemed like Desmond staring out there, looking into the darkness. "You want to be like me, huh?" Jack said in a flat, dull and lifeless tone that seemed completely and totally emotionless, not the happy smiling jackass that he portrayed to the world. Taking a slow deep breath, Jack raised an eyebrow as he turned towards her as she looked at him, raising an eyebrow as she offered to do whatever he told her to. Anything.
"Anything huh? That's kind of a dangerous thing to say to a guy that just admitted if you'd said 'dare' a minute ago he'd have asked you to get naked..." Jack said as he put his hand on her knee and then slipped it up her thigh, looking into her eyes deeply. "Especially a drunk and fucking horny guy..." he whispered, sliding his hand up further, enough to make Raina blush as he looked at the determination on her face, one hand coming up to slowly squeeze her breast, making certain that she was indeed willing to do what it was that she said...
Then, pausing he shrugged. "Alright, you want to be like me... Let's go fucking kill your ex." Jack said, sliding his hand back and standing up, dusting himself off, and then reaching down a hand, offering her a hand up. "Well, come on..." he said at her hesitation. "Fucker ain't going to stake himself unless he's REALLY emo."