"Getting pissed off isn't something you're good at? Is that really a life skill that you have to work at? I mean, I can understand NOT getting pissed off, but jesus Christ, I'd think that not getting angry is some form of emotional zombie-ism or some shit like that." Jack said bluntly as Kay tried to politely explain to him that she didn't easily get offended. Of course, then she tried to psychoanalyze him or some shit like that. A dark scowl started to form over his features as she started to get close to the truth, but then he turned and decided to busy himself with fixing the goddamned whiskey rather than answer her inane little probes into the truth. After all, he didn't necessarily have anything to hide, and if he did, he didn't want some bubbly airhead figuring it out.
"Yeah well, the top off thing worked on you, so surely there's some chick out there that is willing to do the blowjob thing, I just have to find her." Jack said casually, raising an eyebrow at her as he turned around to find her sitting there at the table. It looked almost normal, and yet completely odd with her tits, perky and happy as her personality exposed for him there. Jack wondered idly if this was something that nudists just got used to or what? Though, the view was enough to keep that morning wood... rock hard. As he handed her the drink he tried to brush off the oddity of wood being rock hard. Maybe it was petrified morning wood.
"Yeah, it is good..." Jack admitted, taking a sip of the booze, feeling a little light tipsiness starting to descend over him, and he started to eye her a bit more favorably. After all, he'd already crossed a few lines in the past few days that he hadn't thought that he would cross, so why the fuck not fool around with Kay, right? She was fucking smoking hot, and totally braggable about banging, and she seemed to be making it clear that she indeed did want to do the horizontal boogie with him. He smiled a little wider as he considered it. Fuck, if she was willing to take the initiative on this. He could totally see himself as one of her little 'naked friends'.
Wait, what?
Jack blinked as a mental record scratch sobered him up in a heartbeat as his eyebrows shot sky high at the terminology. It was so... very... casual. And while no strings attached was definitely what Jack was after, there was a little bit of... hesitation there. After all, while women dreamnt of a shining prince to come and claim their bodies and have passionate heated love... for guys, it was more of a territorial thing. Like a goddamned cake. And, while it was pretty much a given that a fucking amazing cake like Kay would have probably been drooled over by a guy... well, it was easy to ignore a little drool on your cake, but when it had been slobbered on till the frosting melted, well... that was another story.
"Uhm... naked friends. Out of... curiousity.. how many uh.. naked friends... have... you... had?" Jack said, trying to approach the subject tactfully. Jack had to admit he hadn't really thought about that aspect of the whole thing. Sort of like a karaoke contest. If it was at a fucking local bar, he probably had a good chance of impressing the judges if there was only another contender. Or maybe 2, though that was stretching it. He could still get on the podium after that was all done. But if it was fucking American Idol he was entering... yeah....
Quietly he poured her another glass while he waited for her to answer, mentally preparing himself for the fact that she probably had more sexual experience than a porn star.