"I'd be happy to remember what the hell happened," he shrugged as he wrapped an arm around the brown-haired woman, "'sides, if there's anything about me I'm pretty sure what I have on you is worse."
Outwardly, he was pleasantly cool and collected but on the inside he was racking his brain for what happened. Good lord what had happened?
Selene de Beaulieu, the bleeding heart liberal wasn't at all the crazy social justice warrior that the less educated members of Arcane University saw her as. She had a penchant for the partying, alcohol, and yes, sex. She was a very open woman and once she roped him into anything, he was hardly going to refuse. Alcohol only made things easier. God, he cursed himself for the amount he drank last night (as well as the invention of camera phones). He hadn't bothered to check his own phone for what he had on there, but he was sure that he'd have to drink again to assuage the pain.
He was thankful for Victoria's interruption because Selene let go and he was allowed (at least for a few seconds) to have some mental breathing room.
"Aye Vic, you know I'm just playing," Jackson smiled, "you give that Cœur de pirate song a try?"
On the other side was Vic. He and Victoria had a very musical bond in one of the most literal senses of the word. They shared songs, albums, and even voices when the time was right. She could play instruments and sing. He could not always play instruments and sing. It was a match made in platonic heaven. She was generally a cheery woman so seeing her have her rare moments of sourness he didn't take it too personally.
John Carta, he didn't know so well so Jackson was about to give him a friendly "morning"...well until he saw the residual oatmeal on his face.
"John, what to you?" he asked, "you piss off the Quaker Oats guy?"