<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/>It wasn’t weird,<em>‘that’s not it. It’s not bad.’</em>It wasn’t bad either, Jam was sure of that.<em> ‘It’s weird though.’</em>It was weird. She wasn’t so sure of that one. But, overall, she tried to take a lesson from her little sister, and just try not to think about it. They weren’t that different in age, Heather and Jennifer. Both of their mutations happened around the same time, and it was exciting news when she heard it; that her sister was coming to the mansion.<br/><br/>She didn’t think it would happen like this, and in her mind,<em>‘it’s not even that bad. So what, I’m going on a date with someone that my little sister has been fucked “upside down” by…’ </em>Heather had used some fairly colorful language when describing the prowess of this boy. In true Heather fashion, she didn’t even tell her sister who she was talking about, but Jennifer was older and wiser, and she’d put the pieces together. Heather wasn’t quite as keen as she thought she was, and she’d deduced that Dominic was the thoroughbred that she’d been talking about a few weeks back.<br/><br/>Jam had always seen him as an attractive person, and mostly fair, at least, he seemed that way. But, she’d never considered him like that. But, he’d come to her. She didn’t have to think too much. She knew that he was a good guy, good in bed, well received, and well reviewed. She couldn’t say no. And since he’d asked, she actually started to look forward to the event. She’d dressed nice… Jam almost always looked like a coke whore, but she looked sort of nice and modest. Her shorts were built to show off long legs and she had theat. Her heels were furry and ridiculous. Jam had a thing for stripper heels, and loved to wear them whether she was on a date or not. Her pink hair was well kept and styled perfectly. She had a rainbow on her shirt, she didn't even stop to think that that might remind her date of her sister. She just liked the shirt.<br/><br/>Since he’d come to ask, Jam had thought about him heavily. And, she’d completely avoided the topic with Heather from start to finish. At least for now, her little sister was not allowed to know that Jam was<em>‘eating from the leftovers tray.’</em>That wasn’t the exact scenario. But it felt like it might have been too far off center to bring up.<br/><br/>It wasn’t a secret date, thankfully. She was glad that he’d been so gentlemanly about it, and proper. If he’d of tried to play the casual secret date card, she would have been worried that some one important might spot them while they were out. And, it was at the arcade,<em>‘the most entertaining kind of date.’</em>Jam was having a blast from word one, and the flow of the evening was moving in the right direction.<br/><br/>Video games were a wonderful escape for Jam, she was one of the cooler kids at the mansion, perhaps even the most cool; the most popular. But, she didn’t accomplish it by being the most predictable, and the most classically beautiful. She was cotton candy and vanilla. Pink hair, headphones almost always around her head. Jam liked hip hop, and dancing. She had a job, and she didn’t care for style too much. She smoked on occasion, and she had an attitude that fucked life before it could fuck her. She’d always been good at video games, and it had gotten her laid more often than she cared to admit. For some reason, when she held a plastic gun in her hand, boys got to full attention, and needed to bed her as soon as possible.<br/><br/>Her frustrated cat-like growl was quickly followed up by an explosive laughter. It was odd the way that video games could inspire real terror, and thrill. She triumphed over her victory, even if she died, she'd done better than her date. And that was all that mattered.<br/><br/>Dominic seemed different, not how she had expected. She was almost planning on luring him back to her trap when the night had began. But, it felt wrong, going out with him just for sex, when that’s what Heather had done. She wanted to be good girlfriend material. So as they ran out of quarters, and he gave her an option, she allowed her impulsive nature to speak for her, and she didn’t even listen to herself as she spoke.<strong>“Nah, I’m thirsty.”</strong><br/><br/>She didn’t need another round of games right away, but she wasn’t ready to end the date. There was a good milkshake around the corner that was basically just an open room with a counter on the street, barely more than a vendor. They would have to make their way out of the arcade, but she wanted something sweet.<strong>“We should get a milkshake? Split it like we’re on a date in the 50’s, too bad there’s not a pier here, or a drag race by the cliffs!”</strong>Jam liked ‘Grease’ quite a bit.<br/><br/>She was astoundingly comfortable, her arm slid inside of his, and she held it there with her other hand. He was taller, that was good, and he had no problem guiding her. Jam was a little old fashioned despite her neo-hipster appearance, she had no real political opinions, or grandstand to go on about. She liked old fashioned types, and manly man that liked to show her off. Her little sister was the same. The difference was that Jam could contain herself, she could hold back and have a good time without making everything too sexy. She looked good, but it was modest enough.<br/><br/>Arm in arm with Dominic, she let him lead her through the arcade and out to the street, it would be a short walk to the ice cream shop down the road.<br/>