"Oh, come on don't be a fuddy duddy," Jo's pointed toes flung forward to playfully kick at Connor's leg, but her expression turned into a pout as he asserted that he wasn't going humor her. She grumbled quietly in protest but let it go, though not without a snide slant of her stare. As Connor got to his feet, Joann took a drink, her eyes lingering on him now that his weren't lingering on her, hovering the rim of her glass just against her lower lip. The t-shirt and sweats didn't do him justice, she concluded, but they weren't doing him any harm either. Frankly, she was pretty sure Connor could have been wearing a potato sack and still look delicious. She felt her chest flush and the sudden urge to fan herself, but she resisted.<br/><br/>Sitting her glass back down, Connor's praise coaxed a cheeky murmur from her throat. "When I'm bad, I'm even better," she stated, the suggestive phrase finding its way past her lips before she had the chance to stop it. She laughed at herself nevertheless for the flirtatious remark as she shook her head and washed it down with another drink. The liquor was feeding her provocative side, and Joann was well aware. She was also well aware that there was little she could do to stop it. Playful and mischievous more often than not, the alcohol only emboldened her. She thought a little less about what she was saying, the filter between her brain and her mouth losing much its function.<br/><br/>This time after Connor stated his conditions, Joann shook her head, bringing her finger up to a wag for extra purpose. "I don't think so, mister," she disagreed. "That's not fair. You refused to divulge any further information last time, I'm not going to let you have your way now, nuh uh." Jo took a sip regardless of her claims, though perhaps it was a little more out of moment than hard truth. She closed her eyes and turned away from him, a snobbish facade rendering her features a moment before she peeked at him with one eye, and proceeded to lose her composure, breaking into a sniker. Her blue eyes blinked up at him as she smiled slyly, "You made your bed, now lie in it."<br/><br/>Had she not been drinking, Connor may have had better chances at bending the rules of their game to his whim, but Joann lost much of her meek side as the nevers started to add up. It made her purposefully difficult, and despite the fact her piqued interest was nearly clawing at her insides, she held firmly in her stance; not because she felt particularly shy about the matter, but out of childish spite alone.<br/><br/>She wouldn't remain so smug however, and as her glass fell from her lips, she sighed, arching an inquisitive brow. "Does just a general lack of how to count?" She asked. "I mean it's not so much they have been freaked out as...dumbfounded?" She mused with uncertainty. "Or maybe just lazy...who knows? Chemistry is so hard to find." Spinning her drink in the tent of her fingers she scoffed, "though I'm sure you know absolutely nothing about that. The entire universe probably reacts to you."<br/><br/>There she went again, losing that filter.<i>'Just throw yourself at his feet. You'll probably make less of an ass out of yourself that way,' she chided herself</i>