JACKSON: Then there was a cat fight.
ME: Shocker.
Jackson and I were out getting dinner at the C-Factory after a long day of classes. He was recounting the story of Billy's getting drugged and yada yada yada.
JACKSON: I'm surprised you agreed to come out with me now that you know I'm making a concerted effort to bed you.
ME: I can be appalled and flattered at the same time.
We toasted to that.
JACKSON: So, why do you think you got made the number one catch in town?
ME: Who knows?
Bribery.
ME: I'm just lucky I guess.
JACKSON: I don't believe in luck.
ME: What do you believe in?
JACKSON: Citrus and cyanide.
ME: That sounds like a quote from Double Indemnity.
JACKSON: It just might be.
We toasted again. I should have been a little bit more careful considering people were getting roofied left and right, but where's the fun in that?
Somehow we wound up in a straight bar on the not-so-nice side of some crummy little suburb of Providence.
After a few more drinks, we drove to a secluded spot looking over yet another suburb of the suburb we were just in, and I realized I was trasssheeed...
ME: You got me drunk.
JACKSON: Did I?
ME: You're still not getting in my pants.
JACKSON: Oh, come on. Look where we are. It's so romantic up here.
ME: People get killed in slasher movies in places like this.
JACKSON: Fine. Get in the car. We'll head back.
ME: You're going to kill the mood just like that?
JACKSON: Some of us have class tomorrow, big boy.
ME: Ooookay.
I got in the car, and Jackson started it up. But instead of backing out of our spot, he started to drive forward towards the edge of the cliff.
ME: Jackson, what are you doing?
JACKSON: How did you get Number One?
ME: What?
JACKSON: Hank, I was born at night, but I wasn't born last night.
ME: Um, cliff...closer...
We were getting closer to the edge, or maybe not. It was hard to tell. I was sooo drunk.
JACKSON: I went back and looked up past lists. You've never been on them. So why now?
ME: Just luck--
JACKSON: I told you, I don't believe in luck.
ME: We're going to die.
JACKSON: And I don't fear death.
ME: Please--
JACKSON: And I always get what I want.
ME: JACKSON!
JACKSON: Tell me how you got on that list.
I felt the car's front wheels slip over the edge.
ME: I KNOW WHO WILDE IS! I KNOW THE SECRET IDENTITY!
The car stopped.
JACKSON: Who is it?
ME: No way am I--
He drove forward another inch, and I yelled out the name.
JACKSON: Are you serious?
ME: Yes, I swear.
JACKSON: Wow.
I was going to make him swear not to say anything, but instead--
ME: Oh God.
I threw up in his car.
JACKSON: Still worth it.
I'm screwed.
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