Jay watched the re-uniting of Cara & Mathyas, and felt a mild ping of possessiveness creep over himself. The feeling was quickly brushed off however, when Mat mad the comment about her being the "worlds greatest asset and personality." Whether the comment was meant seriously or sarcastically, he cocked an eyebrow, and snuck a peek at Hannah to see her reaction. Shaking his head, he got to work unloading stuff into the house.<br/><br/>Several trips were made for the both of them, and on his last trip in, he carried their bags of clothing, one in each hand. Jay stopped momentarily when Mat popped open the smaller box with the four bottles of scotch, and gave a low whistle. Though he didn't know the exact price of the bottles, the brand was vaguely recognized as being one of the higher ups in both price and quality. While he didn't really drink scotch, he would indulge just to keep face with Mat and the others. He was definitely more of a whiskey and vodka kinda guy.<br/><br/>Letting Mathyas lead the way, he trailed in behind him and headed upstairs to claim the room that faced the rear of the house. He slept naked, and the last thing he needed was someone seeing his junk if he got up to take a pee in the middle of the night, or they forgot to turn a light out. He dropped their bags onto the bed, unsure of who's was who's, and headed back downstairs to grab the bag of more... personal items. In short order, that bag was set beside the bed, just so it wouldn't be seen when one first came up the stairs.<br/><br/>Finally finished, he headed back downstairs, and made a beeline for Cara. Catching her unawares from behind, heedless of others in the room, he spun her quickly and surprise attacked her with a knee-melting kiss. With nary a word, and only a slightly goofy grin, he reached behind her and pulled the fridge open to grab two beers that had been stuck in the door already. With a wink, he stepped back from her. "Cars are unpacked, and our luggage is upstairs already. Time for Mat and I to go kick back and watch you little imps work."<br/><br/>Beer in each hand, Jay nodded over to the dining room table and pulled a chair out, propping his feet up on the one across from him, and setting the other beer on the table for Mathyas to take whenever he got around to it. Cap twisted, and carbination hissed as the top came off, and Jay took a healthy swig, finally able to relax and start on a pleasant buzz.