Gatsby watched the other boy chatter away for a moment, obviously slightly buzzed - that much he hadn't had to tell him - and then grab a handful of chips in emphasis. He hadn't really had the chance to develop his own sort of buzz, having arrived not too long before he had decided to call his parents, but apparently TJ had some good stuff out there, if Jackson's loose behavior was any indication.
Letting out a slight laugh, Gatsby crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow himself in response to Jack's latter question, speaking in a joking sort of sarcastic tone. "This? Oh, yeah. I routinely hang out in Manhattan kitchen palaces and chat up adorably buzzed classmates. And yourself?"