Jackie<br/>Rusty’s room<br/>With Rusty<br/><br/>Jackie turned at the door and tilted her head unsure, but nodded and joined him on the end of the bed. “I’s like a bou who offers a good drink.” She took the glass and shot it down in two big gulps. “Mmm, Cajun milk.” She offered her glass for another and sipped this one slower, not wanting to have Rusty see her drunk and acting stupid. She smiled at his complement and waved him off, “I’s bet you know how’s to flirt a gaiter out of it’s own dinna.” She pulled her legs under her and moved the glass between her legs so it wouldn’t spill. She tried to keep her eyes above his chest but found them drifting ever so often.“So you’s been a travelin? Da sounds amazin. Dis is me first time aways from home. But so fa I’ma havin a good time. And everya one seems so nice.” She took another drink and laughed a little to herself. “To tells yous da truth, I’s thought everya one would t’ink I’s was a backwat’a red neck, but I’ma glad y’all are so kind and friendly.” She had to admit it was a hell of a lot better than being home. She started to feel the effect of the liquor and laid on her side, propping her head up with her hand and elbow. She was hoping it was the southern comfort that was making her feel so hot and tingling all over and not the man sitting in fornt of her, otherwise she was going to have a hell of a time getting to sleep as well. She pushed the thought from her mind and tried to come up with something to say, “So, tells me’s da truth, do da Kangga’s d’ere really box like in da cartoons?”<br/>