<div class="floatleft">(https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jasper (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, lunchtime<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cocktail Bar and Cafe<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Callisti Tee and cargo pants (https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan<br/><br/><hr/><br/>JJ’s food arrived as Logan was talking, piping hot and smelling heavenly.  He took a fork and broke through the flaky crust, releasing a billow of steam from the pie’s innards.  What he could see were peas, potatoes and some sort of meat.  I looked too light to be beef… maybe lamb?  Either way, he cut out a forkful, blew on it briefly and stuffed it into his mouth.  It was hot, savory happiness in a pie crust.<br/><br/>He met Logan’s toast, then washed his food down with another slug from his beer as Logan was winding down and asking about Rhonda.  JJ took his time chewing and swallowing the last bit, watching the guy for body language cues.  He seemed pretty casual about his question, but was there a certain amount of tenseness in his shoulders?  Hard to tell.<br/><br/><strong>“I mean, yeah, it’s kind of obvious from the outside looking in.  I didn’t know for sure what the tension was between you three, but what you’re saying makes sense.  If you have eyes for two girls, they’re neither of them likely to enjoy that circumstance, I suppose.”</strong><br/><br/>He finished his beer and raised a finger for another.  The bartender nodded and went to the tap while JJ took another bite of the slowly cooling pie.  He chewed thoroughly and swallowed before speaking.<br/><br/><strong>“I can’t speak to that Delaney girl.  We’ve only had one real conversation… the night we were dropped in to the Villa and all of you fine people were off learning about your new squeezes.”</strong><br/><br/>JJ laughed, showing there was no ill will.  His new pint arrived and he took the top off it before turning back to Logan.<br/><br/><strong>    “But she seemed pretty cool to me.  Seems like a ‘take-no-shit’ kind of girl, which…,”</strong>he waggled a hand back and forth,<strong>“can be either awesome or a huge pain in the ass.  Guess it depends on whether she thinks you’re giving her shit or not.”</strong><br/><br/>JJ grinned and took another bite.  Followed it with more beer, though his eyes were on Logan the entire time.  He didn’t make any attempt to hide it, either.  When he put the pint down, he turned to face the guy, forearms on his knees as he leaned forward.<br/><br/><strong>“Do you really want to know what I think of Rhonda?  How our date went?  I’ll tell you if you want to know, man, but I want you and me to be cool.  I just buried some shit with Grace and I have to be honest with you, I’m not looking for any more drama.  Or enemies.”</strong><br/>