<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jerry Dawson</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/52369226-3528-4ca1-91bb-aab87f83ff6d_zpsf1eea54c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jerry rolled his eyes on her teasing. She couldn't stop treating him like some absolute pansy. But well, if it made her happy then so be it. When she slid that drink over the bar he wasn't too astonished. He had imagined something rough from her and here it was.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I have no idea why everybody likes Jaegermeister, I find it a horrible drink, but ok, I called for a surprise now I got it. But just that you know, I am more the Flying Kangaroo type. Fruity and still with enough alcohol. And stop teasing me like I never had some alcohol. I had my share of parties at highschool and university including getting totally wasted. You seem to have a totally wrong picture of me and my family. We aren't a wild as you are probably, but we aren't some saints either. There are enough week-ends were I hang out downtown with friends in pubs, sportbars or music clubs. Just because I am no nightclub regular doesn't make me a monk."</span><br/><br/>He wasn't pissed, he just didn't like her treating him like some kid. It seemed inappropriate in such a place and it got a little bit on his nerves, as he found her attractive and all and he would have preferred if she treated him like a man. Not that he had any intentions with her, but which man would like to be treated like a kid by a beautiful girl? Jerry knew none and he wasn't the exception of the rule in this.</div>