Jonothan had refused to stand with the rest of the group, instead lounging across the arms of a chair nearby. He looked quite comfortable actually as he sat there, obviously trying to keep from giving a chuckle at the random rantings of those present. So she died, big deal, people die every day. Sure, he was a friend of hers, maybe not the closest but still a friend. He just didn't see the big deal in the fact someone had killed her. She was a sweet heart most of the time, but that would just make some people hate her even more. There was always a reason, even if no one wanted to admit it.<br/><br/>He sat there shirtless still, not completely sure where his clothes were other than the pants and shoes he had on at the time. Scratch marks still present on his back hinted to how his night had went after the party, and the throbbing hangover that he was nursing certainly giving a good indicator at how prior to that had gone. He was definitely the party guy, and had always been a bit cynical. Only regret he had about last night was no being able to remember the last half of it. He hated when he missed the best part. Who was it that he had gotten with? Eh, he couldn't even remember now. He had to learn to drink a little less.....maybe.<br/><br/>For now he sat sipping on some water, having just taken a bunch of ibuprofen to dull the head ache. Dark black hair thick and shaggy, slightly unkempt as he finally looked up to the group as a whole with a smirk.<br/><br/>"So, since we're taking the investigation into our own hands, are we gonna put them through trial and execute on our own too?" He would roll his eyes, giving a light sigh as he closed his sea green eyes and tried to get the pounding in his head to ease back at least some.