<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9b/73/6c/9b736c08f20cfa49b8193baf7de3dd00.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Jennifer Cole<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Arcade<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>:  Arcade first dating and having fun!<br/><strong>wearing</strong>Charlotte here (http://i.imgur.com/vvV0Cyu.jpg) & These Shoes (http://pd-image-domain.com/catalog/product/cache/3/small_image/400x/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/f/a/fay1-white-pu-1-a.jpg) - No purse.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Dominic Kincaid<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Not every night had a magical element to it, nor did every date, or every relationship. Jennifer Cole, affectionately known to most of friends and ex-lovers as Jam, she could feel magic with this boy. It was heavy in the air, the way that the streetlights made waves of reflections off of the puddles on the ground. Dominic’s smile seemed to freeze in time, she could see him when she blinked, she could feel him when he wasn’t laying his hands on her. There was a sparkle... coming off of the sconces that filtered the bulbs from the eye; giving them that golden haze, that flattering shape, the shade and make of the pale cement laid in the light rain, speckled but plain, it was a mist that didn’t phase Jam, her hair or this date. It was perfect, something she couldn’t explain.<br/><br/>The nickname had never made a lot of sense. It had started among friends in early high school, her first two initials were J and M. From there, it was reasonable enough, and other people had given it to her. Born from necessity, there were two other girls in her friend circle named Jennifer. The other girl that had taken a nickname with her had the last name Haley, and she played sports, so it had already started sometime before. As she aged, Jam took pride in the name, and over the last few years only her family had really called her anything else. Heather, her awesome little sister went back and forth, occasionally using wild other names as well.<br/><br/>Jam liked heavy rap music, she loved to wear strawberry flavored lip gloss, and fruity lotions. She chewed gum a lot, and it was typically sweet and fruity as well. She dressed in bright colors, dyed her hair pink and so on. The girl grew into the name, and it helped her along while discovering her identity. Jennifer Cole was difficult to predict.<br/><br/>She punched Dominic when he winked, suggesting a plate of spaghetti. Her playful nature was glittering underneath Dominic’s gaze.<strong>“I’m the only one that can reference movies from our childhood.” </strong>The joke was evident, she didn’t have any real feelings on the matter, but she still wanted to play it this way. Looking up at him as they walked, she offered a cute smile and a little nibble on her lip. She reached for his hand, and put her own behind his, so that he was leading her as they moved closer to the ice cream shop. He was taller than her, that was nice. Jam was smaller than most men, but she was fairly sure that he was standing at over six feet, when she was with him, there was a lot happening ‘up’. She had to lift her hand up to her waist to hold his, she had to look up to meet his eyes, her heart rate was up as well as her mood and her hair. Her heels were up, and so on.<br/><br/>Following his lead, she let herself hang on his arm, putting her other hand on the inside of his elbow, and letting her head press against his shoulder. She liked putting herself on some one like this in public, affection that wasn’t offensive made her feel special, loved in a large group, singled out by her own date and a few other jealous eyes of either gender. Waiting in line was a wonder. The feeling of being looked at, even if there was no one doing it, she could feel it. She knew that she was one half of a hot couple. There may have been other hot couples with them, but it still made her feel special. She’d sent some signals to him, to order for him, for him to take the lead, the position of her hand in his chief among them. She let him go, so that he could use his hands while ordering. She was still learning things about him, and she wasn’t sure if she was holding his wallet hand or not. Every boy had a wallet hand. And almost everyone used both hands when exchanging money anyway. She watched him order for her, and smiled at the clerk to show how much fun she was having. She may have been trying to inspire jealousy, or joy, but she wasn’t sure.<br/><br/>Only mostly pleased, she wished that he’d ordered a strawberry shake. She was ok with chocolate, and it was better than vanilla. Jam liked vanilla, but not on a first date. It was boring, even if it was sugar and cream.<br/><br/>His choices were all good, he was a little smiley, but she disregarded it, thinking that he might have just been feeling the magic that she was as well. She was sure that she was smiling too much. But, he had a clever smile, and even when he wasn’t trying, he almost looked like he was trying to be smug. She loved the expression, but it was hard to read. The seat was cold against her legs as she sat.<br/><br/>Jam may have looked like a wild girl, who was far from christian, right wing, or traditional in most cases liked a particular type of man, and Dominic was cooking with all four burners on the stove. Jam’s cheeks were blushing, her strawberry flavored lips felt sensitive.<br/><br/>Taking the offer, she took a hold of both straws and used them both to get extra shake. It wasn’t her favorite, but she half pretended that it was. Her eyes rolled up a bit, her face relaxed. The shake seemed to please her on a sexual level for a moment. When she moved the straws away from her mouth, she was positive that there would be some strawberry flavor left behind.<strong>“It’s good,”</strong>She swallowed a bit of the leftover shake in her mouth and found herself taking another drink through her own straw.<strong>“Very chocolate, yes.”</strong><br/><br/>As she enjoyed the milkshake, she nodded to Dominic, before shaking it once or twice.<strong>“We just sat down.”</strong>Her foot shifted across the table, and found his calf. She wasn’t lewd, but she made sure to show him that she was there.<strong>“You should... tell me about the best night you’ve ever had.”</strong>She took a quick sip of the shake, and had a thought in the middle of the drink. A finger went up to tell him to hold on a minute almost as soon as she finished her sentence.<br/><br/>Finishing the sip, she swallowed and smiled.<strong>“No sex stories allowed, or references to childhood movies.”</strong><br/>