She wondered how he would choose to play as she watched him ponder, but as their eyes lingered moments more than a glance, Jo was the one to look away with a bashful grin. Being caught in his attentions like that made her nervous. Actually, being caught in any attentions like that made her nervous unless Joann was on stage. She shied away from meeting pointed stares, fear of people looking too hard, as eye contact for her was a tremendous thing. Holding his purposeful one, knots had formed in her stomach. They were adults, playing a friendly game. So why on earth wouldn't her butterflies dissipate?<br/><br/>Because Connor kept coaxing them out.<br/><br/>When her round eyes did lift again, they narrowed, slicing through the small distance between them as she pointed at him with mock scorn. "That was a cop out and you know it," Jo scolded, her smirk breaking into a soft giggle as she watched Connor's devilishly handsome smile curl into his cheek. Just enough arrogance to be endearing rather than repulsive, he was cute when he smiled, she concluded, taking the required drink. Maybe Elise hadn't been so wrong. Maybe she knew Joann better than she thought.<br/><br/>The blonde was enjoying him, all things considered, and Connor was as she expected him to be, charming. But the general easiness of his company, apart from her cartwheeling nerves, was something of a surprise now that she thought about it. Since breaking the ice, they had settled well with light canter, and perhaps the sentiment had something to do with the fact Joann indeed had her own older brother, but for being strangers, her and Connor had slipped into a natural familiarity that she hadn't counted on. He didn't mind her quips, or at least he didn't seem to, matching them with his own without skipping a beat; no harm no foul understood without the need to address it. It wasn't the dancing on eggshells that these things usually consisted of, and it was...refreshing.<br/><br/>Still leaving enough for another loss or two in her glass, Jo gave him a sly grin in response to his insistence that she'd be needing the bottle before him. "We'll just see about that," she countered, "I wouldn't go getting too ahead of myself just yet, mister." Her head tilted, the expression on her face nearly taunting in its kittenish execution, as she feigned thought for a brief moment. It was her turn for a cheap shot, and Joann, of course, wasn't above taking it. "Never have I ever...," she began, curling her long fingers around the neck of the liquor bottle to bring it towards her and unscrew the top. "Never have I ever had short hair," she said, her tone playfully snide as she added, "Two can play dirty at this game," and poured him another shot, resisting the urge to stick out her tongue and wrinkle her nose at him. "Go on now, drink up."