Do I know you? [Jay]

[Jayson Kline]

Chewing on the piece he had bitten off of the pickle he awaited her response, simply sitting there with his elbows on his upper legs for support as he found himself turned to her as if they were in serious conversation. Never would he think her capable of such a thing, but she talked and talked, requiring answers here and there and if she really thought men shit, it'd likely be a deeper issue. So why wasn't her brother here? He mulled it all over as she just smiled at him as she told him Rayne was a lucky girl.

It very nearly got his mind back to the topic of the Russian girl, but the more prominent thing on his mind right now was for some reason why she took time to talk to him. She had a brother in the house and could say no to Jay at any time, yet she didn't and took up talking to who was barely known to her. Hell, it took a few glasses of alcohol before she really talked to him!

Still, she was there, with him. Nothing further to look for. Was there? Surely not.

He took another bite of the pickle and with a nod swallowed the remnants of what he chewed up. ''Apparently not happy enough.'' He replied instantly and without a smile as he shoved in what was left of the pickle.

Then she talked about how he was and people around him would see him as, girls specifically. Wait, girls? They were talking about Rayne, and she was a girl but why did she look at him in the light of how other girls would see him? Did she think that little of herself that she couldn't look at him her own way? Though it could also be that the alcohol was getting to her a bit and she wasn't able to have a unique view just yet. Which was further explored by how she repeated her own, slightly illogical choice of words. Twice.

''I'm not gay, Jen. And I know how people see me. The silent type.. I don't mind being called that. But try seeing beyond that. Just try. I know it's hard, but am I any different from any other guy you've met? And if so, how do you know?''

[Jen Mitchellson]

Not gay. He wasn't gay. Jen stared at him, still smiling lazily. Why was he telling her this? What if he wasn't gay? She actually didn't care either way. Not right now at least. To be sure, if she hadn't been feeling this tired and blissfully drunk, she would've ran to get herself fixed up to flirt with him. Maybe. She didn't know anymore. She had no idea how she was and how she would react anymore. She just knew that her previous behaviour had led some random guy call her garbage and a mistake and made her wonder just how many thought of her that way. Did her dad think of her as a mistake? Did her mother? She was sure there was something of that in her relationship with her parents. Well, what about her brothers? She'd been pampered, spoiled rotten, and such differences weren't always welcomed among siblings.

He was the silent type. Yes, that much she knew. Jen lost her smile slowly, staring at him. He was pretty, but also far too serious and probably deep and smart. Deep and smart men didn't like her. She liked them but they never liked her back. Nor her very first crush, nor any other she met after him. They never found her fun nor got her sense of humour. They weren't impressed by her looks nor cared for them either. They wanted someone she wasn't sure she could be.

Wait, she'd been quiet for a long time. What had he asked her? Jen continued to stare at him. Was he any different? How could she tell if he was?

"I don't know." She whispered, still staring. "I don't know you enough to judge you but..." She let out a quiet, bitter chuckle and sighed. "I'm pretty sure I'm very drunk and you're not trying to feel me up so that's something." Another sigh. She was so tired. "And I've met other silent types. They-" She stopped for a second, trying to come up with the right words. "They don't like me." She felt thirsty and looked down at her glass. It was empty, yet she didn't want to move and get more. "But you..." She shrugged, "Just the way you talk about this Rayne girl." She sighed again. "You're different... a bit." She smiled again, "But I don't know." She shrugged and leaned to him, stretching her arm out so he would refill her glass. She wanted to get so hammered she would forget everything. Hell, she probably wouldn't be able to remember this conversation in the morning.

Jen leaned against the couch, smiling lazily and then chuckled. "You probably think of me as a mess, right? Trash." As garbage. A trashy girl. How much did she hate that and yet she'd been called just that. She'd tried so hard to be classy. Yes, she had her fun, but she never figured that would mean men would see her as nothing but a toy. It filled her eyes with tears though she didn't notice. Damn alcohol. She chuckled again. "This is why I never talk to Caelum." She added, still smiling sadly, "I don't like him seeing me like this."

[Jayson Kline]

When his first pickle was done he grabbed the second one -she wasn't going to eat it anyway, and took a bite as he listened to her talk, or not talk to be more exact. He wasn't sure if his question did that or if she just blanked for a small moment due to the alcohol, but he liked it either way. Silence suited her, though that didn't mean speaking up didn't suit her either. She brought this odd sense of.. balance. Like she had no trouble speaking where Jayson left a gap. The one who always knew how to respond in a swift fashion and the one to fill in the gaps.

Maybe if she wasn't Cales' sister.. He chuckled mentally. Yeah right, as if she'd ever be into him. In any case, right now wasn't about that. Right now was about her clearing out her system. And when she finally began to speak something began to happen in that respect, she didn't categorize him with the rest of the male population so there was a slight bit of progress there. He smiled as she held out her glass for another refill, which Jay wasn't sure was a good thing to be doing.

Against his better judgement though he gtrabbed the bottle of vodka with half a pickle still wedged between his lips as he poured her another drink. If alcohol was equal to problems this girl had quite a few. He put down the bottle and bit down on the pickle as she continued to talk. How quickly had he been able to go from disliking the constant talking to liking how she filled up the gaps. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, but he was unsure around her.

''I think of you as a young woman in need of someone to talk to.'' He told her, dismissing the things she said about Caelum. He was there and that was enough for now. There was no need to get more problems involved, even if they were problems between siblings.

[Jen Mitchellson]

He was so quiet, which was all good and nice about now because she was sure if he wasn't, she would want to punch him, considering how dizzy she felt and loud noises would just help startle her. And she'd been throwing compliments his way too, yet he didn't return them. She sighed. That was okay, right? She didn't want any more empty compliments from men she just met. She'd half expected him to get cocky though, or at least answer to what she'd said, agree or disagree with her opinion of him. Maybe he just didn't care much about it. Why would he? With looks like that and being as deep as she figured he was, he had the confidence to go through life without needing people to like him. And maybe she had to learn from that. She had confidence too, right? She was beautiful and fun and smart. She had confidence in herself and knew how attractive she could be. Then why had that call hurt her as much as it did?

Well, at least now she had this sweet, quiet guy listening to her rants. She decided she liked him the moment he refilled her glass too, smiling in appreciation. She took another sip, loving the taste of vodka running down her throat. Wait- she'd asked a question and he was actually answering it. A young woman in need of someone to talk to.

"That I am." She said with a small smile, "But I think I'll end up boring you." She'd always thought that too. People didn't like negative nancy's. Hadn't her mother taught her that? The world didn't like depressive people or sadness, like she'd witnessed the moment her parents hid Caelum's depression from the media and pretended it wasn't happening. So she worked herself to be someone who didn't get sad, who didn't have the need to talk about stupid feelings. Yet here she was, actually feeling better after ranting out on this poor guy. Poor Jayson.

"Poor Jayson." She whispered, still smiling lazily at him and then taking another gulp of vodka. "Rayne's... she's an idiot." Whoever she was. She took another gulp of vodka and nodded at him, though she wasn't sure what she was nodding at. "If I'd been her, I'd have never left-gone. Left." She sighed, smiling sadly and taking yet another sip of vodka. "I totally would be trying to kiss you now if you didn't have pickle breath." Not that her breath was any better, considering how much she'd drank. "I hate pickles."

[Jayson Kline]

He once more took his sweet time as he finished off the seond pickle. At least he was done with those now. He wasn't sure why he took to eating them in the first place, it wasn't like he had drunk enough to actually have a hangover, he was sure Jen did at this point but he actually got why she was doing this. Trying to forget a night, not remembering was both a blessing and a curse and Jay figured that with what she had told him it was pretty much a blessing for her to be able to forget anything.

But this didn't mean Jayson wanted her to open up to him. If she did so on her own that was fine, but right now he figured there was more alcohol in her doing the talking than an actual person, if that was even possible. With what she said, however, she reminded him of Rayne. Not taking his silence without a fight, not quite forcing him to talk but filling in the silences herself.

He shrugged and picked up the glass he'd been drinking out of. Hey, if she was doing it so could he, right? He grabbed the bottle of vodka and poured himself a glass, downing the entire thing in one go and instantly refilling it again as he shook his head before downing the second glass only to fill his glass for the third time. And this had in no way anything to do with the fact Jen just told him she was going to kiss him if it wasn't for the pickle breath.

''Rayne is not an idiot.'' He replied silently as he kept looking at the liquid in his glass. ''Do not call her one.'' He downed the contents of the glass and slammed it down on the table, turning his head to look at Jen. He figured it was the alcohol speaking and she didn't quite register what she said herself.

''I would stop you if you did. No need to kiss me. I am just helping.'' And in no way was he going to take advantage of the situation, except maybe offer up to stay with her for the night if she needed the company. Surely saying that she didn't want Caelum to see her like this was reason enough to make sure he didn't see her at all, right?

''But thanks..''

[Jen Mitchellson]

Rayne's not an idiot? Jen frowned in confusion at that. Who said she was? Oh! Jen did. She did. Duh. The elastic girl chuckled. Jay seemed like the kind of guy who could actually fall for someone, which was such a weird concept to Jen. Men didn't fall in love, right? Well, unless they were gay like Caelum. Though to be fair, anyone could fall for that piece of hunk Caelum fell for. And Zach. Wow, gay relationships were complicated. "Sorry." Said Jen, though she never apologised for anything. Maybe it was the vodka talking now. "It's just weird. If I had someone caring for me like that, I'd never leave." She sighed, turning her head to nuzzle the couch. Such a good, comfortable couch. Perfect for a nap.

Wait, did he say he would stop her from kissing him. Jen stared at him again, wondering if he was just saying that. Oh great! Another runner. She chuckled at the memory of that one kid who'd ran away from her at the bar. Just her luck. Every single guy who seemed worth a while disliked her. What was so wrong with her? Well, nothing right! She was great, she felt great... so it HAD to be them.

"No problem." Said Jen though she had no idea what he was thanking her for. It still made her smile at him as she gulped down the remainder of her drink. She licked the drops off her lips and smiled again. This felt good. Very much so. So good in fact that she felt she was going to pay for it hard in the morning. Ha... the morning. She should so go home. How late was it?

"You know..." She whispered, "I've been with lots of men already and..." She sent him a look, wondering if he was going to judge her over it. Oh, who cared? Like he'd said, she needed to talk. "I never stay. I- I don't sleep with them." She chuckled, "Well, I do, but not sleep sleep. Just- I always flee. But every time I say I'm going to go, I have this hope and fear that they'll ask me to stay." She shrugged, losing her smile, "They never do." She rose her glass to her lips again, only to notice then that it was empty again so she stretched out her glass to him. Was there any vodka left?

[Jayson Kline]

Looking at the empty glass on his table he could feel his head starting to buzz angrily already, he should have known better than to take those shots of vodka. Still, he was quite lucid for the time being still, not like he passed out like that tiime with Rayne.. He couldn't deny that the presence of Jen steered his thoughts in the directions of the Russian, maybe she wasn't the only one with something to discuss. But he wasn't sure why he would tell his story to someone he barely knew. The fact she did was good, but Jay would never unload on a stranger even if they were somehow friends with his brother.

Still, it seemed to be helping her, she hadn't run away yet, hadn't stopped from saying anything. Jayson was there like he would be for anyone else and she was using that fact, she was talking to him and doing what he himself would be hesitant to do. Maybe the alcohol helped, but it was still her choice to stay, she seemed lucid enough still at the time. ''Don't apologise.'' He offered up. ''It's instinct.''

''Truth be told..'' He hesitated as he grabbed the bottle of vodka as she held out her glass for him to refill. There were probably two or three glasses left. In favor of a good night sleep he would let her have them. He leaned in and steadied her hand as he poured in the vodka, looking at the contents and trying to muster up a smile. ''Truth be told, if you were not the sister of my best friend I would not stop you from kissing me.''

He coughed as he smiled once more. ''Few glasses left, time to call it a night soon.'' He stated. Still, thinking about what he'd just said got him thinking. He wouldn't let her go home while drunk, not this drunk anyway.

Jayson got up and went over to the kitchen again with his empty glass, simply putting it down on the counter and walking out to sit next to Jen again. ''Tonight is going to be different. You are staying.'' He told her.

She was free to use his room, he'd make use of the couch.

[Jen Mitchellson]

Instinct? "Is it? Maybe I'm just a bitch." She added with a smirk. A jealous bitch. She knew she was something along those lines. It felt like everyone around was being all happy and she was being left behind. Well, not Caelum at the moment, but he had such excellent friends still. Hell, Zoe hadn't called her in such a long time and she hadn't seen Chase around at all. And the fact that this guy just spent time with her proved how Caelum really had won the lottery in the friends department. Though it made her wonder if Jayson would've stayed with her, had she not been Caelum's little sister.

Truth be told? Jen's eyes went to his and she smiled again. He was refilling her glass and she sighed, breathing out a "Thanks." It seemed like there wasn't much left by the way he was tilting the bottle. She took another sip of vodka as he spoke and she coughed after he did, almost choking on the thing. "You wouldn't?" She asked, using the back of her hand to dry her lips. Well, that was surprising. Hadn't he said he didn't like her? "But you don't like me."

He was smiling and she returned the smile with a smirk, though she still looked confused. And men thought girls were difficult to read. She shook her head and took another gulp of vodka. Few glasses left? She looked down at the bottle with a frown, as if it was at fault for not having any more vodka inside. "So soon?" She said, "And I'm still totally fine!" She wasn't. But he'd said they would call it a night soon and she nodded, drinking in the last of her glass.

"Yeah- I should probably- Whoa!" She tried standing up and fell right back onto the couch as soon as she felt the floor turn under her. "What the hell's wrong with this floor?!" She asked in confusion. He was leaving now and she was left feeling dizzy. Maybe those two last glasses of vodka had been a mistake.

But he said she would be staying and she looked up at him with wide eyes. "No, I can- I should go home. I can-" She tried standing again and she fell down once more. "Nope." She let out a deep breath. She just needed to calm down, to stop herself from falling. She was an adult! She could do this. It was all in her head and- down she went again.

"Couch's fine then." She muttered in embarrassment, cheeks flushed from both being seen in such a state and the alcohol. She looked up at him curiously, "You're not going to tell K, are you?" She so didn't want her brother to hear she'd gotten drunk in his own apartment. Ugh, the scolding he would give her, or that stern look, or maybe a prank. You never knew with him.

[Jayson Kline]

''Instinct,'' He repeated. ''Evolution wise I am a good option. Subconsciously you know that and you just rationalize it with thinking you are jealous.'' He told her. He was far from someone to toot his own horn but with this it was just plain factional, he was, as more street-wise people would say, a catch and the only thing messing that up was his being silent. People rarely took the time to get to know him because of it, but as he had shown now, he wasn't all that bad.

As she took a sip of her vodka and almost choked on it as he had said that he wouldn't stop her kissing him if she wasn't related to Caelum, to which she responded by saying that he didn't like her. He took a moment and finally realised that, yes he did say that, but he never said he didn't not like her. It was confusing to some, yet it made complete sense to him. ''I would not. I do not like you, but I also do not not like you.''

He'd put the bottle on the table for the last time as a reminder to buy more vodka, as he figured something like the current night would be occuring a bit more in the future as Jen wasn't nearly done talking it all through he felt. He chuckled a bit uncharacteristically as she tried to get up and instantly plopped back on the couch. Normally Jay would scold someone for doing that, ruining the couch, but not this time. She had a bit too much to drink and she was given some slack.

She did it yet again though when he insisted she should spend the night there, giving Jay the feeling she didn't want to. So what was it about saying she had both a hope and fear someone would ask her to stay if she just wanted to go anyway? Jayson wasn't sure anymore, but she did finally agree to stay when she dropped down a few more times.

She said she'd be taking the couch and Jay was already shaking his head. ''You need sleep. You are going to rest up in my room, I insist.'' He told her. ''I will be taking the couch.''

He got up with a smile and stuck out his hand for her to take. ''And I will not tell your brother if you do not tell him I have been drinking with his sister.'' He winked.

[Jen Mitchellson]

Jen snorted. "Oh, so now you think I'm jealous!" She said with a smile. He wasn't that far off the truth, but she just found him so conceited now after he'd gone and said it. It still made her laugh though, finding it funny that even someone as quiet as he was would even say something like that. "I'm a good option." She said, showing she was just as conceited, "Where's my jealous guy, eh?" It was a rhetorical question of course, since she knew there were none about.

He tried to explain how he could kiss her while also disliking her. Wait, he didn't dislike her, he just didn't mind her then? "I think that's even worse." She said with a grim smile. "I'll rather be hated than ignored." She sighed at the thought. But lately it felt like everyone was ignoring her.

He was taking her to his room? Jen smiled at him lazily. "Hey, I'm still K's sister. You so don't want to take advantage of his little sister or you'll find all your clothes dyed pink and full of glitter." Caelum would SO do that, she figured. She sighed, nodding though. "If you're sure, I-" She smiled gently at him, "Thank you. No one's ever been this nice to me." Except maybe her brother, but that was another story. "Saves me the trouble of dealing with Caelum when he finds me all hung over in his couch."

He offered her a hand and she took it with a smile, trying to get up from the couch and be lead to bed. "Why's the room turning?" She wondered out loud, leaning against him once she stood, "How can you afford a spinning room?" She wasn't making any sense, though she didn't notice. There was far too much vodka in her system to notice. Jen groaned, closing her eyes and leaning against the nearest wall. Except there was no wall and it was in fact the person helping her stand.

"Hey." She said, "Jayson? Hey." She wasn't sure if he was listening. "Thank you for this."

[Jayson Kline]

With a little bit of time spent hesitating before she reached out and took his hand he had the time to think things through, and even if Caelum would end up disliking his decision he would surely not argue not letting her wander about alone at night, certainly not drunk. Who knew what kind of people would be out there, waiting for a beautiful person to come by and.. No, Caelum would understand. Besides, it wasn't like he was taking advantage of her, the fact she was a sister to the prankster was quite apparent to him, and as much as he loved the guy he felt no need to become related.

As her hand touched his he helped her get up, and she instantly leaned up against him. He didn't fix that fact, in reality he quite liked it, it'd been quite a long time since a girl touched him in whatever way, even if just leaning against him for support. ''Cale can try.'' He smiled. But all that'd really accomplish was make him think of Rayne and how she once did that, and Caelum probably didn't want him thinking of her.

He grabbed her other hand then to try and stabilize her as she noted the spinning room. Yup, she was drunk. Jay led her over to the stairs and quickly looked around, maybe with her having so much trouble to even stand climbing stairs wouldn't be such a great idea. He stepped back a bit and put one arm around her legs and the other around her shoulders and began lifting her. ''Hope this is not too forward for you. If it is, I do apologize.''

He set one foot on the stairs gently and listened to it creak. It was an old house, parts of it were in need of replacement and the stairs was one of them. Careful not to smack Jen into anything he stepped up accompanied by the never ending stream of creaking produced by every step as he finally reached the top. He then put Jen down again since she was on normal ground again and gently led her to his room.

He nodded, which she probably couldn´t see and let go of one of her hands to wrap around the doorknob, propping it open to lead Jen inside. He lead her to the bed and almost forced her down on it as Jayson began walking back to the door, only peeking over his shoulder briefly with a smile.

''You need anything, I'm right downstairs.''

[Jen Mitchellson]

Jen felt like she was walking in a dream. Her hand felt warm as she followed through where she was being led, leaning against Jayson and tripping once or twice through the way. Thankfully he was there or she would've fallen. Did she really drink that much? She couldn't even remember how many glasses she had. But even if she felt dizzy and weak and tired, she also felt at peace. She'd never talked like that with someone before, much less when she just met the person. But he'd been right, she was just a girl who needed someone to talk to. She couldn't even remember what's his face's name nor what he'd said when he called her. She was just... happy now.

"Woah." Suddenly she tripped again. Wait, no. Not tripping. Floating. Why was she floating. "Now the ceiling's the wall." She said in confusion, turning to Jayson and only then realising he was carrying her. Her arms went around his neck and she smiled gently, leaning against him again. "Last time I got carried like this was... at the gym." She chuckled. "Bad memories. I shouldn't laugh."

He let her down once they reached the top and she almost tripped again, her legs giving in under her, but he was there, holding her hands to keep her standing. Jen smiled up at him. No one had ever been this gentle with her before. Not that she could remember. He led her to a room, though Jen wasn't even remembering how she was going to sleep in his room that night. She just let herself be guided, as if in dream state, to the bed. "I- no- we gotta- I shouldn't..." Jen was gently pushed down though and she didn't have much strength to resist it.

She laid there, following Jayson with her eyes, still looking confused as to what was happening. He said something though and she smiled his way. "Thanks." She said, knowing she should thank him but having no idea why. She sighed, turning her head against the pillow, finally feeling the alcohol do its number on her and make her sleepy. "Thank you." She whispered again, though Jayson had already left and she quickly slipped into slumber. She was going to have a hell of a headache the next morning, but for the moment, she felt safe.

[Jayson Kline]

He silently closed the door and inhaled without a sound. Turning to the stairs once more he grew a smile at the mere thought of her for some reason. He knew why she thanked him and he appreciated it, not too many people did that.

He stifled a yawn as he set foot on the stairs gently, hoping not to invoke any creaking from the hardwood as he quickly tiptoed his way down. As he should have remembered before, there were people trying to sleep, probably, and making the sound he and Jen did earlier that night wouldn't have helped.

Getting down he walked over to the table and turned on the television, though he quickly turned down the sound by just thinking about it and lifted the controller off of the ground. He yawned as he looked at what kind of game it was and quickly, to avoid playing it himself he pressed pause and exited to the main menu. He figured there was some sort of automatic save involved as there was with pretty much every game.

Still, Jayson was one of the incessant ''exit the entire game before shutting off the system'' kind of guys and he did so every time he got the chance. As the game quit to the title screen he turned off the game before finally turning off the entire console, putting the controller back to where he found it. No use to waste power, right?

He turned and grabbed the bottle of vodka Jen left untouched and took a quick sip before taking it into the kitchen and putting it down where he would see it instantly in case he failed to remember due to the amount of alcohol in his system.

He turned back out and walked over to the couch with a feint smile. He sat down on it gently and kicked off his shoes before draping himself across the length of the thing. For some reason he took off his shirt also and dropped that off in the chair he used the first time he sat down with Jen in the room.

Hooray for the woman in the house, he figured as he found a stray blanket on one of the chairs and draped it over the lower half of his body in case he'd get cold in the middle of the night. Still, if he did it wouldn't take from the overall success of the evening.

The only thing that did scare him was how he would be feeling the morning after, and also how Jen would be feeling. Worst case scenario they'd spend a day being sick together. In this situation a worst case scenario was doable.

[Jen Mitchellson]

So there was a bird.

Maybe that sentence doesn't explain it much, but that was all Jen could think of. Well, that and many lovely names for said bird that seemed so fond of chirping in the early morning right next to the window. Every tiny little chirp it made went through Jen's head like a drum beat. Where was a fucking cat when you needed it?

"Shut. the fuck. UP!" She said against the pillows, her face buried against them as she laid face down on the bed. Ugh... she felt sick, her head was pounding and she had no idea why. Hold on! Memories rushing in! Jen raised her head only to groan as the movement made her head pound further. Where- The elastic girl blinked at the strange place in confusion. So this wasn't her room, that much she could tell. One look around told her this was a boy's room. "Fuck." What did she do last night? WHO did she do last night? Wait- she didn't do anyone. So why was she here?

Jen groaned as she turned on the bed, sitting up and feeling her entire body ache. Last night, fun as it'd been, hadn't been worthy of this pain. Or maybe it had. She stretched her back as memories came rushing and she remembered just where she was. Oh yeah! She'd come to see Caelum last night and she found- Oh... She flushed in embarrassment as she thought of what she'd said to Jayson. There were little pieces here and there and- Fuck! She even told him about the bed thing! Was that why she was now in his room? The girl sighed. Well, at least he'd been a true gentleman, not even trying to cope a feel when she'd been in such a state.

She stood from the bed, trying her best to fix her clothes though there wasn't much she could do about those. Her hair was a tangled mess and she looked way more tired than she had the night before. Yeah, she needed to get out of there.

Jen walked out of the room, careful not to make much noise. She looked around the house, noticing she'd never been upstairs before. She sighed, thinking maybe now wasn't the best to dwell on that. She had a mission impossible thing going on here! She tried going downstairs, wincing as the wood creaked under her weight. Oh come on! She let out a breath, trying to control her frustration and nibbled on her lower lip as she resumed going down the stairs. There. Now... to the living room.

The girl kept moving slowly, only then noticing someone was on the couch. Oh yeah! Jayson had stayed on the couch! She felt suddenly guilty about it, not sure why she'd agreed on it so easily the night before. Still, she moved to peek at him. Wow, shirtless Jayson. Okay! That was far too much for her to deal with now. Still, she moved away, trying not to- And she crashed with a fucking chair, loudly falling to the floor along with it and some random shirt.

"FUCK ME!"

[Jayson Kline]

He had tried sleeping and he succeeded. Half. He did get up multiple times during the night but he did get some sleep in and those times awake were used to tank up with some water to avoid a really bad hangover when it was time to actually wake up. Which apparently was now.

His yet closed eyes clenched even tighter at the sudden loud sound and slowly he opened his eyes. Wait, why wasn't he in his own room? Maybe the headache he felt ravaging through his mind could unveil some more hints, like how he had been drinking last night with the sister of his best friend.

His hand suddenly pointed to the ceiling as if to let the sudden source of the sound -feminine no doubt, that or Caelum had surgery, know he was there. Eyes still half closed despite turning his head sideways he looked at the figure on the ground, yet he couldn't make out the shame, only that it had woken him up. ''Hurrrr...'' He managed not to get any words out as he did his best to sit up and let his eyes adjust, yet the sitting up part didn't go all too well.

''Rayne..?'' He finally managed to say with a still blurry vision. It looked like Rayne, but Jay knew that it couldn't be her, she moved to Russia right? Wait, why was he thinking it was Rayne when he had just remembered that he had been drinking with.. what was her name? Gwen? Jennifer? It would take some time for his brain to reboot. Luckily the hangover was pretty much kept at bay, but he was never one to quickly wake up.

He rolled from the couch and smacked on the floor gracefully, instnatly getting up as the impact woke him straight up. Still feeling a bit wobbly though he looked at whatever made the noise wth a hand on his head.

''Leaving so soon? Stay a while, I will get you something to eat.''