i'm everyone's type

Jackson had considered bailing out of going to the formal and just going back to Fandom early. But he'd considered that maybe all of thirty seconds. If he wanted this thing to work out for him, he had to see things through here right now. And that meant putting on his Hugo Boss, picking up Allison and driving her to the school for the dance. Not that he was making an effort to be a good date aside from looking great. He had his bottle out about as soon as they were parked and aside from dancing with Allison once ("Do you wanna dance?" – "Do I have to?" – "Not the response I was expecting, but, I guess not." – a sigh, an offered arm) he spent his time boggling at how the mighty could fall so far that Stiles was Lydia's date to this thing, and spiking drinks for his friends while getting increasingly intoxicated himself. By the time he stumbled outside for a brief visit to his car as well as a bit of fresh air, he was pretty drunk. A little miserable, too. He hadn't even wanted to come here. He was getting tired of getting shoved around and made to jump through hoops just to get what he wanted. It wasn't fair, and this whole thing sucked.

( It's actually a really bad idea to be drunk tonight. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Mostly taken from TW S01E11, with just a smidgen at the end from S01E12 'Code Breaker'. Up early because I'm trying to space out all the spamming I'm likely to do today.]