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More New Years Eve... |
Jax: You know, I have no intention of attacking you. I can think of much better ways to celebrate the New Year. Care to join me? Skye: I'm not interested in your offer, Mr. Jacks. ----------------------------------------------- Jax: That was rude. Skye: What can I say? I'm known for my personality flaws. Jax: I assume to make your evening complete you expect me to say something rude and walk out. Skye: I'm sure you do what you want anyway, I mean isn't that your motto or something? Jax: Well, what I want right now is to order a bottle of champagne and share it with you. Skye: Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm an alcoholic. Recovering, that is and I'd like to keep it that way. Jax: Well, in that case would you care to join me for a glass of ginger ale, to toast the New Year and your stunning victory. Skye: To staying unpredictable. Jax: With profitable returns. Skye: Is that why you're so tolerant of my blackmailing my grandfather, because it made you money? Skye: So, then you're not the saint that everybody thinks you are. Jax: Ha, ha, ha. Whoever said I was a saint was sadly misinformed. Skye: Because you're ruthless, driven, even a little dangerous. Jax: I can be, but I can also be a good friend. I have no intention of double-crossing you, but I do expect you to reciprocate. Skye: So, friend, you have to have a New Years resolution, hmm? I mean, there must be something you want besides money. Jax: Yeah, I have a few things. Skye: Me too. Jax, I understood when you said that you felt your heart was closed off, I've felt that way. How about we give each other a good, swift kick in the rear, hmm? Keep each other from getting predictable. Jax: Well, that's something to be considered. Skye: Ooh, very smooth Mr. Jacks. Jax: Yeah, not bad for a couple of default dance partners. Skye: Well, you work with what ya got. Jax: What are friends for. |