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[OTA] Amazing Organ

Jackson was, as often at this hour (unless he had plans with Corbie), at the bar, and well on his way to completely sozzled. He would have sworn up and down that he could still walk in a straight line, if asked, but the truth was that that line would have to be a little squiggly in places. But his Virginia drawl was more pronounced than usual, and he was at that energetic, talking-too-much stage where everybody nearby might be treated as a friend, no matter what his relation to them were, if they even had one.

"We don't talk about it often enough," he told the next such person his eyes landed on, without so much as a hello, "but the clitoris is, by far, the best organ in the entire human body. 'd ya know it's the only organ, the only one, that serves no purpose but pleasure? That's just..." His hands moved in the air as he looked for the right word, narrowly avoiding splashing bourbon with the one still holding a glass. "That's amazin'. Twice as many nerve endings as in a penis, too. Just picture that amount of pleasure. Men got played."

Perfectly respectable conversation to have with anyone, after ingesting as much bourbon as he had. Perfectly. Respectable.

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Sunny could not believe this was happening and all she could do while Jackson rambled at her about female genitalia was stare open-mouthed and feel her cheeks start to go pink. Any ghost of a blush burned bright on her face and she hated it, but it wasn't like she could stop herself from doing it.

I just came for water, what even is today.

Eventually she managed to set the bottle down and a look that wasn't naked shock--though the best it seemed she could do was deeply puzzled. With a clear undertone of What are you doing? she replied, "Yes man I am in no way intimate with who is verging on old enough to be my dad, I do indeed possess a miracle organ."

Jackson paused, focused on the end of what she'd said there, and pursed his lips with an approving nod. "Not a bad name for it. Better'n bald man in a boat."

Sunny was starting to be to think that this was going to involve all the possible ways her face could contort. "Oh God, please tell me you don't call it that."

"I don't make a habit of it, no," Jackson replied. Although he clearly called it that sometimes. Case in point.

Which of course made her think that if any man said that while trying to get in her pants, that would only guarantee that all of her clothes went right back on. With extra layers. "Thaaaaat's..." Sunny shook her head. "On behalf of everyone with said body part, that's disgusting. Please don't."

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Jackson couldn't help it. His lips twitched, and he asked, "D'you prefer cherry pit? Love button? Devil's doorbell?"

Why was she even having this conversation right now? Was it because she was just that bored? Just that determined not to lose, whatever that meant? Just that sick of this endless dry spell that had gone on so long that she was sure her hymen had grown back? (Sunny knew full well hymens didn't work that way, but it was such a fixture in popular understanding of the female body that her brain couldn't help it.)

She had no idea. This place made people do strange things.

So she lined up her reactions and fired back, "Thing you compost, less terrible but still kind of punchably cutesy, and smacks of slut shaming."

Jackson raked his memories for other phrases he'd heard around the brothel. "Chick pea? Butter bean? Hooded lady?"

Sunny's translucent eyebrows raised skeptically. "You're making these up."

Jackson splayed a hand over his heart. "I swear to God, I learned most if not all of those from people actually possessing..." His lips twitched again. "Miracle organs."

Sunny reached up and flicked Jackson in the head like she would with her brothers when they were being stupid and they knew it. But she also answered, "Why so much food, and 'hooded lady' sounds like a nun."

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Jackson's nose wrinkled instinctively as the first image that called forth was an old, severe reverend mother... but then his mind supplied fresh-faced young acolytes instead. "Well. There are some lovely nuns out there."

"Said someone who clearly did not attend Catholic school and live the with constant reality of nuns," Sunny answered wryly. "Also, chastity is kind of a thing."

Jackson grunted in disapproval. "Goddamn Catholics."

"Credo in unum Deum, motherfucker," Sunny said easily.

Why Die Hard? Why not Die Hard.

Not that she entirely disagreed with the sentiment given she hadn't been to church regularly since leaving her parents' house, but all the same.

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Jackson frowned a little, even as his lips twitched. "Wait, you're Catholic?" He wasn't sure why he found that funny, but he did.

"Raised," she allowed, shoulders lifting in an uncertain shrug. Much as Sunny was not attached to the faith of her upbringing, the idea of being laughed at by this man was not a tolerable one. "And I've got a rosary in my room. I'm Igbo, most of us are Catholic."

"Well, hey, nobody's perfect," Jackson stated, more to move on from the topic than any other reason. The original topic of conversation was vastly more interesting, after all. "What do you call it then? Besides clitoris."

Flatly refusing to be flustered by the question, Sunny shrugged to hide an impulse to squirm. "Clit, I guess, if I've got reason to be informal about it."

"Not even a little bit of creativity?" Jackson prodded, looking a little woeful at the idea.

That was less embarrassing to explain. "I find little attractive about coming up with silly names for parts of my body."

"That's the problem right there," Jackson stated, and took another sip from his drink. "People think they're silly. They're celebratory! All right, not the bald man in the boat, that one's plain funny. But why are there so many words for cock, and so few for clit? It's a damn shame."

Sunny knew she really should walk away now, but like hell she was letting him just have this. "They're silly, I'm not celebrating, and probably sexism, the same thing that's telling you that you get to override an actual woman with a clitoris about what to call it."

"I ain't overridin' you, darlin'," Jackson protested immediately. "You call it whatever you like. I'm only advocatin' for more exposure. And more names for it."

Sunny's face immediately darkened. "I am no darling of yours. Don't call me that."

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