Jack raised an eyebrow at Raina as she tried to stare at him defiantly, his hand moving up her skirt. This was a challenge, and if there was one thing that you didn't really want to do it was to challenge him. So rather than to simply tease her slightly with it, he pressed his hand all the way to touch her, caress her through her panties until he got some sort of reaction from her, a gasp, a moan, perhaps even a bit of squirming, but Jack wasn't one to be deterred from it in the slightest. He would push the envelope as far as he really needed to in order to get a reaction from her. Perhaps it was something out of pride, or perhaps it was just to break all of the rules, but he would do it, he would go as far as he needed to in order to make life.... interesting.
But then, he decided to push the rules in a different way by helping her up. He felt her collide with him and his hand went around her waist as he felt her straigten slightly, his knee between hers, hiking that skirt up a little higher as he lingered there, looking at her. There was one thing for certain, Jack did have a sexy edge to him. He was the sexy bad boy to defy all of what the quiet Desmond stood for, and it was clear in the look that his near black eyes gave her that if she decided that she wanted to try something with him she'd bettered be ready for a handful indeed. A slow smile spread across his features though, as he knew that he was going to be dropping a bomb on her.
"I'm not patronizing you, Pinky. I'm dead fucking serious." Jack said, grabbing her arm, and turning her around to look him in the eye. "You want to be like me, then it's time that you start losing people you care about." He said, stepping towards her again. "Fuck, I'll kill him for you if you're too scared to do it yourself. But if you don't want to feel anything the way that I do, then he needs to die. Take it or leave it." He said, letting her go. She would refuse, of course, she didn't have any intention of killing this guy that she was after. Fuck, if anything he expected that she was probably going to wind up pounding on his door one of these days, calling him on his bullshit. But she didn't fucking know that, of course, and that meant that tonight she was open to whatever it was he wanted to do. On an off night he probably would have taken her up on it...
But fucked if he wasn't feeling too nice tonight. "Suit yourself, party girl." he said with a shrug. "But let's get one thing straight... you can't be me, no matter how much you want to. Unless you're there to see them die... you have no idea what real pain is." he said simply, shaking his head a little. "Fuck, your story about McEmoPants is rubbing off on me." he muttered a little, shaking his head. Of course, out of the blue suddenly she ripped out and let out a nice swear that belted across the lake... causing him to smirk a little as he went to sit on a high enough rock that he had to hop up a little to do it.
"Good work. See how easy that was? Not bad, for an amatuer there, pinky. The real question is are you going to follow it up with what you want to do? It felt good because you cut through the goddamned bullshit and did what it was that you wanted to do instead of listening to someone else for a change. So think about what you want to do and just do it, instead of giving a shit about what the world thinks. You didn't want to break up with him, but you let him call the shots... so go find him push him down and fuck his brains out.... make him realize exactly what he's missing and then leave him in the morning and tell him he was a lousy lay in the sack..." Jack said with a chuckle.
"Or fuck his best friend... pull out the other girl's hair. Fuck, I don't know what it is that you want, Pinky. But you've been bottling this horse shit up inside of you too long, and it's going to make you explode. So stop thinking about all the shit that you want to do, suck it up, and just fucking do it, instead of giving a shit about what people might think..."