strangetrip | [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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Some people mind the hangovers," Jackson remarked. And the loss of control. Jackson welcomed the sweet oblivion, and could live with the hangovers.

"Well, they aren't exactly my favorite part either, but what are you going to do... not drink?" Coby huffed and shook his head. Like that was going to happen.

"Their loss," Jackson concurred. "I don't rightly know how anyone can stand it here without drinkin'."

It's all good, along with alcohol, pot, music, and sex, made it mostly bearable for Coby, although even he got bored out of his scrabbled egg mind. And that didn't touch the hole left by Anael, or of being so close to home and too far away at the same time. But he wasn't most people. He thought of Jag, barely holding together. Of Sunny, who seemed so alone, even with friends. Of... well, of almost everybody, if he thought about it.

"I don't know how anyone can stand it here. Fixed that for you."

That, of course, made Jackson level a surprisingly steady, observing gaze on Coby, given the amount of alcohol he'd ingested so far. Coby didn't look like a man close to the edge, but who knew. Some people hid that sort of thing well. "How're you doin', Coby?"

Coby shrugged, but he wasn't waving off the concern. "Me? It's all good. Same as usual. But I see how this place gets to people. Some more than others." It was that 'some' he was worried about.

"Are you worried about anybody in particular?" Jackson asked, after taking another sip of bourbon.

Opening his mouth to answer, Coby hesitated, shook his head, and took another drink.

"I haven't drunk nearly enough to be such a downer. Booze good, fire pretty is a much better idea." No, that wasn't the quote, but Jackson wouldn't recognize it anyway, and it was true.

Jackson didn't even know what that was a reference too, but it certainly gave him an idea who Coby might have meant. He wasn't going to pick up on that out loud, though. He'd just keep an eye on the kid.

"Then let's get more booze," Jackson concluded with a smirk, and turned to catch the bartender's eye.

[OTA] Amazing Organ

Re: Coby & Jackson

Re: Coby & Jackson

Re: Coby & Jackson

Re: Coby & Jackson

Re: Coby & Jackson

Re: Coby & Jackson

Re: Coby & Jackson

Re: Coby & Jackson

Re: Coby & Jackson