From: sim	Date: March 13th, 2011 10:42 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

"You should check again" Sim pointed out, indeed pointing at her chest.

"I can totally see your nipples." It was a lie, he wasn't even sure why he said it. There was probably a reason people under the age of thirty didn't drink gin.

	From: 867_5309	Date: March 13th, 2011 10:47 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

"What?!" Jenny practically squeaked, arms crossing quickly over her chest in a quick attempt to cover up.

"You cannot!" she protested, scowling down at him. She didn't know why she wasn't just walking away and ignoring him.. mostly she didn't want him going around and telling people that was her bra. "You can't see shit and that isn't mine, you're just.. an asshole!"

	From: sim	Date: March 13th, 2011 10:56 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

"Hey" Sim protested, rolling onto his belly and struggling to get up, sliding up the wall until he was standing position.

"I'm not an asshole. I'm a nice guy" he informed the smaller girl, pouting like a baby.

	From: 867_5309	Date: March 13th, 2011 11:28 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

Jenny watched him struggle to stand, almost moved forward to help him in case he started to fall on his face or something, but once he seemed to have it under control she just held her arms tighter around herself instead. "Yeah, you seem really nice," she shot back sarcastically.

"All of the nice guys are usually falling down drunk."

	From: sim	Date: March 13th, 2011 11:31 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

Sim didn't pick up on the use of sarcasm and nodded sagely.

"I have many good qualities. I can.. burp the alphabet. Backwards!" He squinted into the distance and waved a hand. "Maybe not backwards." He slid down the wall a little and grinned.

"You know that place in town that does ribs and if you eat fifty ribs in twenty minutes you get like..free ribs? I totally won that."

	From: 867_5309	Date: March 13th, 2011 11:35 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

"Awesome," Jenny replied, staring at him blankly. "You sound about as charming as my ex. How did I ever end up at a school full of so many winners?" she sighed, head shaking.

Watching him slide down the wall a bit, she felt bad again, and finally caved in, taking a couple steps forward and holding an arm out to him. Even if he did seem sort of like a tool, he was probably harmless, and it had never been in her nature to be rude. "Here, you can't even deal right now. Wanna sit down?" she offered.

	From: sim	Date: March 13th, 2011 11:41 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

"Your ex must be a real catch" Sim said earnestly. He was mildly shocked when she offered some help and took the chance to wrap an arm around her shoulder.

"Can we skip to laying down? I already got your bra off."

	From: 867_5309	Date: March 13th, 2011 11:48 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

"You just better hope he's not here tonight," Jenny replied, scowling some as the arm wrapped round her shoulder. "He likes to act like he doesn't care, but he's pretty jealous," she joked.

Her eyes rolled at his next comment, as she moved them a few paces down the hallway. There had to be a sitting room or something up here that she could sit him in and sneak off to the washroom. "Uhm, no. I think I'll skip right over the laying down," she replied. "I'm good."

	From: sim	Date: March 14th, 2011 12:00 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

"Oh yeah? Who is he? I bet I could take him on" Sim yelled, waving his free hand around in a fist and knocking a freshman's drink clean out of their hand. He watched it fall to the floor with a shrug and continued to be led.

"I like you. You just wanna get downto business. That's cool. You're not a freshman, are you? 'Cuz I can't do it with freshies."

	From: 867_5309	Date: March 14th, 2011 12:07 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sim/Jenny

Jenny frowned further, mouthing a quick apology to the freshman before returning her attention to Sim, trying to steer him clear of anything else he could damage. It wasn't going to be easy. "Charlie Oliver? He's in Rienzi," she explained, peering into a partially open door as they passed it. Another bedroom. No need to give him any ideas.

"Down to business?! No, nothing like that! I'm not a freshman, but you're still not doing it with me. Like, at all."

Didn't he have any friends here with him or something? Why wasn't someone else around to take care of him? Not for the first time, she cursed herself for doing the right thing. "We're not doing any business. We're just going to sit down."