Jake pushed the door open and limped in, unaware that a drinking game had been planned. He just wanted to drink a lot of tequila. Or whatever he could get his hands on, really. He was fucked off with Tom, his legs ached - he'd been out walking for hours, using only one crutch - and mainly, he just really needed to get drunk. Maybe it'd get all his stupid moping about Neytiri out of his system for a while.
Hah, and Tom thought he adjusted well to things. Well, fuck him. Or something.
There was a fair number of people in the bar, so he carefully made his way round so that he could grab a beer and some tequila to start, and wondered if Marta would gut him if he sent Aaron a photo of the tequila bottle.