"Hey, a piece of advice on insulting, you don't tend to say 'probably'. 's good though, you're showing a little bit of promise when it comes to tossing some of those back at me, Suze. Maybe someday, when you're all grown up, you'll actually be able to insult with the big boys instead of just whining about paper cuts." Jack said smirking a little at the fact that she was at least starting to defend herself. He could appreciate that in a woman. Nothin that was more enticing than a little bit of moxy on a chick. Well, okay, a giant set of jugs would work as a quick substitute for moxy any goddamned day of the week. And a body like Pamela Anderson used to have would certainly seal the deal. But given that Jia didn't actually have either one of those last two at her disposal, Jack supposed that a bit of moxy was probably the best she had to work with.
Of course, she showed it as well when she refused to actually reply back to him, which meant that she was learning, at least. Don't feed the fucking bears. And don't give him any additional ammunition to insult her with. Still, it wasn't as if he wasn't going to insult her anyway, she was just keeping him from having some extra ammo. Which, speaking of which, he had actually missed something back there. "So you don't fantasize about boys eh? I wouldn't have taken you for a muff diver, Suzy. But I guess a fascination with 'the beaver' might actually explain why you like woodland animals so much." Jack said with a smirk. Wait, but then again, if she liked beavers, and beavers chopped down trees, did that mean she was a nihilist? No, he was just carrying the metaphor too fucking far. Goddammit.
"Oh wow, look who finally decided not to stop complaining over something like a little girl. Jesus, Suzy, if it takes a fucking conversation to get you over a paper cut what happens when you break a nail? Do they have to get a professional motivational speaker from a van down by the river to come and cheer you up? Or is it bad enough that mummy and daddy need to be flown in for some group hugs and folgers crystals moments?" Jack said, completely killing any notion that he might actually give her credit for growing up a little to stop complaining about her boo boo.
"Of course you didn't vote for that fucker. Like you could vote. Unless you're one of those 'sleep our way to getting human votes' sorts of people. But those tend to be the kinky sort of nymphs and something tells me that stick in your ass would probably be a bit offended by you doing anything remotely sexual, much less banging someone even if it was for some 'higher purpose' like electing a competant president. Not that there is an actual honest one that would ever make it to the head of one of the parties to fucking vote for in the first place..." Jack said with a sigh and a shrug. He of course, didn't even want to vote. As Douglas Adams pointed out, it seemed like they were just voting because the wrong lizard might get in.
He watched her cheeks blush and he started walking again, thinking that his bet had been so over the top that she would finally let him go about his merry way and forget the fact that he'd done anything. But then as he'd started to walk Jia brought up the fact that she wasn't willing to toss a squirrel around. Jack's eyebrows shot sky high as she said that, blinking a little as he shrugged then, and took out his flask, drinking a little from it so there was a bit left in, and then tossed it to her so that she could feel it. "That's about squirrel weight, wouldn't you say? I should be sticking to the true rules of Squirrel-ball, but given that I'm a giver, and aching to see you topless, I might let it go this once."