Do I know you? [Jay]

[Jen Mitchellson]

Jen tried to keep playing after that call. And she did. For hours. Funny thing, she wasn't at her own home, per se. After Caelum's little break down, she'd given herself the task to spend time with him, as much as she could. And okay, maybe it wasn't just for him, but also for herself. She wasn't in the best of states and being around him helped. Just because she preferred being here, being her sloppy self and being spoiled did not mean she was not here to help him back. All that was just a nice plus!

After Luke's call she'd been in a dark place, still angry at everyone and everything around her. And with goddamned French men. "Dammit Arno! Don't- what are you doing- what? GAH!" Again she died. Okay, so maybe she even brought in her lame game to his brother's. Not like there was anything better to do around there than that.

She threw her controller in a fit for what felt the tenth time that day, still fuming. Fuck men. Really, just fuck them all. She heard steps behind her, someone walking in and she turned angrily.

"Why are men so shitty?!" She exclaimed, turning around from over the couch, and then back tracked as she saw who it was. "Ah." She said before smiling sheepishly. "I thought you were Caelum."  Not Caelum though, just one of his many roommates. She'd never truly talked to Jay other than 'Hey' a few times before, so she truly didn't know what to expect from him. She still tried her best to smile, even if she didn't feel like it. Oh, who cared about smiling? If he lived with Caelum he was probably gay as well, right? Wasn't everyone gay in this house? 

[Jayson Kline]

It was odd, hearing random shouts coming from the living room of what he thought was a place just for him, Cales and Kat. But yet he heard a voice time and time again that didn't belong to any of them. And no, it wasn't Rayne who had suddenly come back, for all he knew she was still in Russia with that brother of hers. Best to just forget about her, right?

On to more pressing matters, like who Cales had been talking to for the past few days, it didn't sound like anyone he knew and truth be told, he hadn't really listened as it wasn't any of his business to know. But from what yells he heard he did know it was female, and what did Caelum have to do with women? Maybe he was experimenting or something. Good for him. He'd rather cope with random women than random guys. Not that he was a homophobe though, guys were just harder to be around, he found.

When he got down the stairs he got spoken to instantly, and not in the tone he was used to. A flying controller preceded it and the words men and shitty were flung at him, followed by something that could slightly be seen as an apology, though she never used the word sorry or apology. Manners weren't taught anymore he figured with an internal shrug.

With a simple flick of his finger the television turned off, though not the gaming device and the controller flew out of reach of the girl's hands. Obviously she had something on her mind and this game she was playing with some guy named Arno only served to infuriate her further. It made the most sense to Jay to make sure she wouldn't continue playing.

He did those things but did not engage in a conversation with her, not yet at least. He didn't know who she was yet after all, though a single thought did tell him this was the sister of Cales, or at least a relative. He never paid that much attention as he was always nose-deep in books about something or other. Now, not so much.

He walked passed her and lowered his hand, ignoring her gaze as she looked at him and obviously forced a smile judging by the way she was acting and called out an entire race. ''You should not play when angry.'' He pointed out finally as he made his way to the kitchen.

''Care for a drink?''

[Jen Mitchellson]

Hey, what- "Hey!" She complained as the controlled flew out of her reach and the TV was shut off. She blinked in surprise, actually not knowing he could do that. Cool. She should've said something, but truth be told, this guy had made her nervous from the start, ever since she'd seen him. He had an air of superiority to everyone else, as if... as if he knew. She sighed, turning fully on the couch to look at him. He didn't say anything for a while and she pouted at him childishly. What about her game?

Oh...That. Jen smirked, giving small shrug. "Better to kill off imaginary French men than real ones." She said, only half joking, before letting her head fall on the back of the couch. What a mess. She felt like crap and Caelum was no where to be found and all she had was mister Mystery over there, not even talking back to her, or even hitting on her, or anything for that matter. Men did suck.

A drink? Her eyes widened.

Maybe not all of them. Jen raised her head, staring at him in surprise. Did he mean-? "Yes!" She said a tad too hurriedly, hoping he'd meant alcohol. And then she realised who she was talking to and she smiled sheepishly again. "Uh- yeah. Sure." She so hoped Caelum would come back and free her from this. Jay made her so nervous most of the time. He was just so quiet! And that was so... NOT like her.

"Uh... Jay, right?" She said, though she obviously knew that. "I'm Jen." She added, though he probably knew that already considering how many times before she'd been around, "K's sister."

[Jayson Kline]

''Jayson.'' He corrected her instantly. Jay was for people who knew him, and as nice as he wanted to be she didn't know him yet. The question why would remain if she was what she said, Caelum's sister. Despite logically knowing that every family had at least one woman in it he still had trouble imagining his housemate with any woman, but, he simply shrugged as he went through the door to the kitchen and left the one who called herself Jen behind. Were it anyone else he would've told them to wait, but family of that prankster..? No, she didn't get to hear that yet. It would take some time before he was comfortable enough.

She did want a drink though, and with the way she reacted she seemed to be in need of something more than simple lemonade, he assumed. He stood still for a small moment contemplating what to give her before opening a seemingly random cabinet and physically reaching out for a big glass jug labeled ''Rayne's shit''. In her hurry she had left that behind, no doubt wanting to leave quickly so she wouldn't have to say goodbye to anyone, especially to him.

He grabbed two empty glasses and filled them with the vodka, or medicine, as Rayne would describe. After he was done he put both his hands on the counter and shook his head, mentally lifting the glass to down it in one go like she had taught him. He really wasn't able to forget her yet, was he? Lowering and refilling his own glass, he took it into his hand and levitated the one destined for Jen and kicked open the door gently.

He nodded at her and levitated the glass to her. He left it hanging there for a moment as he sat down in the couch on the other side of the room, but still close enough to hear everything she would have to say. He sighed softly and took a sip from his drink, putting the glass down only to lower his elbows onto his knees for support.

''Why are all men so shitty?'' He asked finally as he looked at her. She seemed like she needed to unload, and well, Jay was there for that. ''Bad break-up?''

[Jen Mitchellson]

"Jayson. Right." She said with a half smile. Wow, was this guy intimidating or what? And he was so quiet... She hated quiet, it unnerved her and made her all crazy. Silence made you think and her thoughts usually wandered to stuff she so didn't want to remember. Like a particularly nasty divorce, or seeing her brother cry for the first time, or maybe being called garbage by some random guy.

"You've been around for long, Jayson?" She asked, wanting to fill the awkward silence, still leaning over the couch childishly. "I've seen you around but you never-" She stopped and then corrected herself with an innocent smile, "I've never talked to you." He was the quiet one though, not her, so she cleared her throat and tried again. "Sorry about the mess." She added, only half meaning it, looking down at the messy cushions she'd left behind with all her squirming. Why couldn't she sit still was beyond her, even at this age. "I sort of made myself at home, didn't I?" She half hoped he would welcome her, despite how she was, but she doubted he would, so she sighed and flopped down the couch. Where was Caelum when she needed a friendly smile?

He left for the kitchen and she moved to hug a cushion, burring her face against it. So awkward! And here she was in some random shorts and a t-shirt, not a nice way to be meeting some guy. But he was gay, right? Like everyone else in the apartment. He had to be. Well, this'd been embarrassing. She sighed, removing the cushion from her face. He would scold her if she tried to turn the T.V. on again, wouldn't he? Or maybe glare. Did he glare? She just didn't want to find out. And why wasn't he saying anything?! He was going to make her so- Ah, he was back.

He levitated a glass toward her and she grabbed it easily, blinking in surprise again. "Nice trick." She said with a smile, "Mine's not so cool." She was going to say something about how useful flexibility could be, but what did he care? He didn't seem to want to talk. She awkwardly took a sip of whatever he'd given her and she blinked in surprise. Vodka. How long had it gone since she ever tasted Vodka? Being underaged really sucked. "Thanks..." She said, half wishing he'd added some cranberry juice, noticing herself that just that request made it obvious how young she was. And he was sitting down. What the hell? Was he just going to sit there and stare? Oh! He talked.

"I- uh..." Jen stuttered, surprised at his interest. She smiled sheepishly at him and turned her attention down to her drink. Well, wasn't this incredibly awkward and intimidating. Oh well, at least the whole interaction would make Caelum laugh at her when she told him, right? That alone made the whole thing bearable. "Not exactly." She said with a half smirk. "Just some jerk I slept with once calling me a mistake." She glared down at her drink at the memory and rose the glass to her lips to take one big gulp, needing to unwind from the negative feeling. It made her cough slightly though and she licked the remains from her lips. She sent Jayson an awkward glance before speaking again. "He- uh... called me today, after months of nothing, just to say that." She let out a bitter laugh. "Not like I expected anything. I just- I guess I expected nothing, really." But bad was better than nothing, wasn't it? And why was she talking to this guy anyway? Maybe the silence was just so unnerving she had to fill it. "But it's always the same, right? Men want me but they don't like me." She smiled bitterly and went for another gulp. Hmm, it didn't burn as much as before. She let out a breath. "So yeah... men suck." Couldn't argue with her logic.

[Jayson Kline]

So she was a nervous talker. Two things, one, why did she feel the need to talk so much when nervous and two, why was she nervous? Was he making her nervous? He didn't want to, he just did what he thought was efficient. Time and time again people had told him he came across as robotic and cold when he didn't want to and that he kept people out even if he invited them in this way. This was why he took Rayne's shit. It irked him to finish what she left, but it'd help him. He knew she knew it would, and silently he thanked her for that even if she did run away. It meant she cared.

This all had time to register before even going into the kitchen to grab them a drink. He knew what was where, he knew who thought what of him and why and yet.. the only one he had really opened up to was gone now, nothing remaining but a bottle of vodka being constantly refilled and drained dry by someone who didn't even drink. Still.. he was giving some to someone he didn't even know. He had no idea of her age, he barely even knew Cales had a sister, the guy never talked about her.

''Twenty one years now.'' He replied quickly with a nod as he tried to step into the kitchen, but yet she remained speaking. Damn him for considering walking away from people when they were talking rude. Finally she asked another question though, something he could respond to no matter how redundant. ''Yes you did.''

When she finally stopped talking long enough for him to slip into the kitchen though he eagerly took the chance, and when he returned with their drinks she obviously had something to say about his ability. He didn't know why. Still, he'd not been hiding it so he could see how it would come up, but when she said her own ability lacked uses he simply put on a smile.

Listening to her story though, and listening was what he was good at, was easy enough and she was full of talk and no questions, so he didn't have to respond all that often. ''No it is not.'' He suddenly replied when she did ask about men always being the same, that they wanted her but didn't like her. Like she didn't realise they didn't know each other all that well. Not that Jay didn't feel the need to change that in the future, if the opportunity arose. Even if just to help her find her place.

''I do not want you nor like you.'' A reply that would sound harsh, but it was nothing if not the truth.

[Jen Mitchellson]

Jen raised an eyebrow at his answer. Oh, he was a funny one, eh? Still it made her smile in amusement, not really knowing how to respond to that, but at least it was a nice surprise. She kept sending glances to the T.V. in the middle of their short, awkward exchange. She really wanted to go back to killing French guards now please. Yet, she was still nervous to make him mad. What if he was one of those freaky, actually aggressive guys who only acted calm but then you found out they had a thing for chopping up women? Caelum, where are you? His short answer at her being around and at home made her lose her smile. Great. Another asshole.

At least she got a moment to gather her thoughts. A very short moment. He didn't even answer to her when she complimented him, not asked about her power. Yes, this was so not going where she wanted nor how she wanted or needed. But hey, at least there was booze.

Jen turned to him in surprise, half expecting him to say something supportive. He did not. She snorted in response before laughing out loud, shaking her head and smiling widely. "Well, crap." She said between chuckles. "I guess some men are shittier than others." She added, obviously meaning him, but she wasn't sure he would get it. "It's fine, sweetie." She said with a smirk, "I so didn't expect you to like me nor want me from the start." She raised her glass to him, still smiling, though inside she was berating herself. And that's what happens when you trust people and open up to them! "Cheers." She said grimly, "To not wanting nor liking each other." Hopefully, he wouldn't be that big of a jerk as to leave her hanging. He could literally move his glass with his mind after all.

[Jayson Kline]

He picked up that she didn't like him, he had evolved a kind of nose for that and as always, lacked the ability to show conceren where he needed to on grounds of not knowing her that well yet. Even with Cales he was more comfortable being bright rather than serious, and he had been around him for litteral years.

Maybe he could change this though. She was the sister of the person he was living with so it wouldn't be like she would just suddenly stop coming over, though the past had no effect on that either. She almost never came over. Still, she didn't seem like the type to stop anything over a grudge, certainly not when that grudge was helping on a subconscious level. He wasn't in her good graces, he felt, but he was transforming himself into a target for all her hate. He hoped he'd help her out like that, it was the least he felt he could do.

He looked at her raising her glass and making a cheer out of his comment while also making it about her. Jay shrugged as he looked at his own glass, fair enough he figured as he suddenly stopped thinking about lifting the glass and just physically leaned in to grasp it.

He raised it up with a slight shake of his head though. ''To time. It heals all.'' He uttered finally as he waved away her cheer. It was an odd thing to do, but she was also the odd one to him. You do as you see.

''Nazdarovya!'' He shouted out suddenly as he dunked the entire content of the glass in his throat and slammed the glass on the table.

''My apologies,'' He instantly said as he got up from his chair and walked into the kitchen. Within seconds he walked out with the jug labeled 'Raynes shit' and mentally put it in front of her, walking past the chair he was sitting and sitting beside her as he used his mind to lift his own glass closer, putting it down next to hers.

''I usually do not shout. Bad habit of mine.''

[Jen Mitchellson]

Did time really heal all? Jen wasn't sure. She felt like she would forever hate that prick, yet she still raised her glass and grinned at him. His shout took her by surprise though, and she actually jumped as he startled her and drank his vodka in one big gulp. She chuckled as he apologised. "Not a problem!" She said with an amused smile. She looked down at her glass and felt compelled to do the same. Well... she was at her brother's apartment, so it wasn't like she was in any danger if she got drunk here, right? So she gulped down her drink as fast s she could, wincing as it hurt her throat. She cleared her throat as she lowered her glass, resisting the urge to cough. She so wasn't that used to drink, not as much as she liked to pretend. It was one of those things she hated about herself, not being able to keep up with Zoe, as competitive with each other as they were, or with Chase's crazy antics, as fun as they were. It felt like she was being left behind. And yet, she couldn't talk about it. Couldn't even complain because no matter what she could be feeling, Caelum was feeling worse.

Jayson came back and she smiled as she saw him pull out the bottle. Oh yes. Party time. She grinned as he moved his glass and sat beside her. Now, that was more like it. She leaned forward, serving both glasses with vodka and noticed something strange about the bottle.

"Rayne's Shit?" She read the label. That couldn't be the name of the vodka, could it? Jen laid down the bottle and grabbed her glass, taking a deep breath and then a sip. He wouldn't try to chug it down again, would he? She was already feeling... relaxed. "So...who's Rayne?" She wondered, not really knowing what else to say. Cool as he was behaving, she still didn't know anything about him, and that made talking difficult. Plus, she wasn't in the mood to turn on the 'Jen charm'. Plus, wasn't he gay? So her charm would bring her nothing... still, this was sort of nice.

[Jayson Kline]

As he sat down and planted the bottle on the table Jen instantly reached over and refilled both of their glasses. It was obvious by now she was feeling either awkward or depressed and in need of a drink to make it all go away. The latter seemed the less intrusive option but he couldn't help to feel that the first option was the one closer to the truth.

''You should not down an entire glass of vodka without training.'' He stated as he went back slightly on how she winced after downing the glass in one go. ''I have had practice. In a matter of weeks you will be able to do that without any trouble.'' He told her as he had his head slightly turned her way as she took a sip of her vodka, reminding Jay of the time he took a sip of his vodka. It ended about the same and caused Jay to drop any semblance of a smile.

Even when she asked about Rayne, which he knew was inevitable. He didn't know how to respond to that yet, no one had asked him about it, ever. Maybe he missed talking about her.. He didn't know as he reached for his glass and brought it to his lips. He looked at Jen, gave her a look that said 'Wouldn't you like to know' and downed the contents of his glass in one swift go.

He put his glass down and went for another helping of vodka, this time taking a chug straight from the bottle. Oh, he was going places. ''Rayne is..'' He said as he lowered the bottle and wiped clean his own lips ''She and I.. We..'' Before he could say anything more he brought the bottle to his lips again, took a gulp looking at Jenn and shook his head briefly.

Lowering the bottle he smiled at her. ''No matter.''

[Jen Mitchellson]

He was teaching her how to drink now. Jen chuckled, smiling widely at him. This was exactly what she needed, a moment of not giving a fuck. "Then we're totally doing this every night for the rest of the month." She said, trying to lure him to get her more booze. Not that she didn't appreciate the company too, but... well, alcohol won. She totally should get an older boyfriend, she figured, someone who could get her some drinks.

His reaction once she asked about the name tag actually surprised her. He looked uncomfortable, if that was possible. Hell, he took his glass and chugged it down in one gulp, making her take a big gulp out of her own glass, just to catch up. Woah, this stuff was strong. Or was it that she just needed practice, like he'd said.

"Bad subject?" She wondered with a small smirk as he took the bottle and drank from it. "Oh, come on. Leave me some of that! I'm hurting too, you know?" She was grinning, letting him know it was just a joke, but his expression made her shut up. Woah. Maybe it WAS a bad subject. He started talking and she raised an eyebrow in confusion. So this Rayne girl had been his- wait.

"She?!" She exclaimed in surprise. Ha. So... he wasn't- he didn't like- She looked down at herself. Yup. She was wearing shorts and an oversized t-shirt. So not the kind of outfit she would've chosen to hang with a straight dude. And she was pretty sure her hair was a mess. She sighed, leaning back on the couch. Well, who cared, right? She'd already settled to swear off men. She took the last bit of her vodka and stretched her hand out for him to refill the glass.

"I thought you were gay." She admitted, her filter really faltering as she drank. She shrugged and leaned back, tucking her legs under her as she positioned herself more comfortably. "So what happened?" She asked curiously. "You two broke up or something?" She was being nosy, but she really couldn't help it. She was curious and uninhibited by the alcohol.

[Jayson Kline]

Last time he drank this much was June 4th, and that was with.. Rayne. His limit wouldn't be as high.. yet he went for it because she seemed like she needed someone and, hell, he needed someone too! He broke into an uncharacteristic smile then as she held out her glass for him and asked him for a refill without vocalizing the need to. Without hesitating though he lowered the bottle some more and filled up her glass, not too full though as he couldn't help but keep in his mind some sense of responsibility. She was Cales' sister, it'd look bad if he got her drunk beyond just a nice buzz. Maybe they'd need to call it a night soon as he was starting to loosen up a bit and feel a need for alcohol due to being down with himself.

He nodded. ''Yes. She.'' He thought back on her and smiled involunterily as he took another sip of the vodka. ''Medicine and pickle, cures hangovers.'' He whispered as he looked at the label on the bottle. He hadn't been good in keeping hangovers at bay, but with a Russian around.. you were damn well forced to drink, and it led to some good times between them.

''I thought you were gay.'' He shot back suddenly. ''Isn't everyone in your famil-'' He paused, took a moment and shook his head. ''Apologies.'' He said as he put the bottle back on the table, turning it so he wouldn't have to look at the label.

''What happened was simple,'' Jay began, turning to Jen with a smile. Being forced to think about her did remind him of the fact she was no longer there, but it also reminded him of the good times. ''It started out at Hammel, Rayne and I practically grew up together with a few other guys,'' He motioned at her. ''Including your brother. We were a tight bunch, did crazy things. And always she involved me despite.. how I am. She changed me. And when we went to college.. we took the same path, we even bought a house together and never stopped our shenanigans.''

''We didn't falter, we just.. shared more time.. just the two of us.. it felt right. And then she left, you know? No note, nothing. Just left. Leaving nothing but good memories and-'' He reached over and turned around the bottle on the table for her to see. ''Her shit.''

[Jen Mitchellson]

Medicine and pickles. "That sounds awful." She said with pursed lips, not realising he'd read the label. "And I'm not drunk!" She said, though it was obvious she was getting there. How easy was it to get her drunk. No wonder she'd slept with so many men before. Mistakes all around. Though she had to admit, she'd been aware of herself for most of those.

He retorted with the same kick and Jen laughed in amusement, maybe a tad too loudly. "Are you kidding? With the way my father is?" She shook her head as she thought about it, "I bet you as soon as dad finds out about Caelum, all hell will break loose." She shrugged, leaning against the back of the couch, "But I wish I was. You know why?" She turned to grin at him, "Because men are shit." He apologised. Why? It wasn't such a big deal. She'd made the same assumption about him after all. "Hey, no harm done. Feel free to fantasise all about it though. I know you guys tend to be into girl on girl stuff." She chuckled at her own joke, now feeling more relaxed about the buzz.

He talked of this Rayne and smiled. Cute smile. For a gay guy. Wait, he wasn't gay was he? Keep up Jen! They were friends. All of them. No wonder she'd seen him around. She felt slightly jealous of Caelum now. Why did he get all depressed all the time then? He had friends, good ones too, not competitive and bitchy ones like Zoe was to her. And he'd been in love before, with a hottie too. And actually got to go all the way with him. Life was so unfair. She gulped down her new glass and this time, it didn't burn. Actually, it was sort of nice now, lightness filling her head, making her dizzy, but in a good way, relaxing her further, and she slid down the couch, looking far lazier than before.

Jen smirked at him after he talked. "You were into her, weren't you?" She said, feeling slightly jealous. How petty was she? She didn't even know the guy. Still, having someone speak so fondly of her must be nice. The elastic girl stretched her glass out for him to fill again. Which was probably not a good idea, considering how dizzy she was getting.

[Jayson Kline]

His whisper was louder than he thought, he realised with a shock as she responded to him repeating one of the last things Rayne had said to him. Medicine and pickle. ''What?'' He looked at her in confusion when it finally hit. ''No not you. Just.. talking to myself I guess.'' Though it amused him someone responded to it in the way they did. Maybe she wasn't drunk, but with the way she was drinking she wasn't all that far off. Neither was Jay, really.

He wouldn't admit it, but he'd been drinking a lot less since Rayne left.. and now suddenly having someone around who asked gave him a reason to start where he left off, though his tolerance hadn't been sitting still. Which is why he thought it was a good thing he was able to put the bottle down out of his own accord. He was loose-lipped enough as it was. There were days in which he said less than what he had told Jen in two minutes time.

''For your information, Jen,'' He stated, trying to get back to his normal manner of speech. ''What I am into is none of your business. And I shall sure as day not fantasize about anything.'' He then got up and opened the door to the kitchen with a glance over his shoulder and Jen finishing the last of her glass. He faintly smiled as he closed the door and went to take out a giant jar of pickles, taking out one with his bare hand and mentally taking out a second one before screwing the lid back on and putting it back.

He re-entered the room and looked at Jen with a nod, putting his pickle between his jaws like a cigar and sitting down next to her as the other pickle hovered in mid air behind him. ''Medicine and pickle.'' Like Rayne had taught him. Well, not entirely like she taught him but still. What was good for a hangover the morning after would be able to prevent it too, right?

He took a bite of his pickle and took it in his hand, freeing up his mouth to speak as she questioned him and held out her empty glass, probably for him to refill again. He shrugged and grabbed the bottle of vodka from the table. So she wasn't going to stop drinking. Perfect. Back-up pickle.

''I was, why?'' After he had asked that he dumped the pickle he wasn't eating into his unused vodka glass and put the other in his mouth again, awaiting an answer.

[Jen Mitchellson]

His tone turned and he wasn't smiling anymore. Jen still smiled lazily at him though, unsure of how she was supposed to react. He was admitting on fantasising about the girl on girl stuff, wasn't he? Or wasn't he? He wasn't. She still laughed though, thinking maybe she'd made him uncomfortable. Keeping up with what was happening was hard when your mind suddenly decided to work on slow motion. At least it made him slightly more human.

He left again and she sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back on the couch. This was nice... drinking. Fuck laws and everyone in America for denying her this bliss. She would make sure to be an alcoholic as soon as she turned 21. Though, if her mother had taught her something, was the alcoholic thing was a bliss just for those who drank and not everyone around them. But who was around her anyway? All she had was Caelum and he was way too focused on his own problems to even notice hers. What good brother he was. She snorted. Maybe that wasn't fair. How was he supposed to care if she didn't let him? Still, it was far easier to blame him for her lack of EVERYTHING.

The sound of Jayson's steps made her open her eyes and she grinned as she saw him carry pickles. Well, carry wasn't the right word. What a weird power, though she figured it would have its advantages. As soon as he got close though, she frowned in disgust at the treat, preferring to stay in this bliss. So he was into the girl after all. She smiled sadly at him.

"Lucky girl." She said in a sigh and rose the vodka to her lips, taking another sip. So good. "It's just weird to me. You're so... Well, gay thing apart." Wait, he wasn't gay was he? Jen sighed again, feeling far too relaxed and took another sip of vodka. "Gay thing apart." She repeated without knowing, "You seem so serious. Like... not into anyone ever." Her smile widened. "It's not a bad thing." She added, "Some girls like the... dark, silent, brooding type." She took another sip from her glass, though she did finish it this time. Woah... good stuff. She let out a sigh, closing her eyes and smiling. "Not bad a thing."