[ she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and lightly staggers her way to the pool table again. ] — But I'm not really pretty.

[ normally, jinx wouldn't admit this so casually or this openly, but the liquor is allowing her tongue to be loose and free. hopefully, her sober self will not remember this particular exchange — it'd be way too embarrassing. ]

Aaannnd I don't think I'm a lotta people's types.

[ clearing her throat and aiming to get her head back in the game, the teenager leans forward to the table again to line up her shot. ]

Maybe for a lay or something, but so not girlfriend material.