<strong>NAME:</strong>Phillip Ekhardt<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Annoyed at Zoe's reaction and at Jonas' noncomittal<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Zoe, Jonas, Open<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br/>That Jonas would stand up suddenly and leave told him that either he had no backbone or that he simply deigned himself upon no shit - not even to be troubled by Zoe's dazed tirade. Well, someone had to keep an eye out on people overdoing things. It was alright if one passed out inside someone's place, but here they were almost literally in the wild. With the 'popular' folks around calling all sorts of noise and attention to their Den, soon it might come that police would drop on them like a hammer - and he really was in no mood to argue against some stuck-up, conservative officer about how did anyone brought weed to 'his' party.<br/><br/>Phil turned to Zoe as Jonas slipped away and looked down towards the girl even as she turned to look away from him. "Now listen here, kid, I know your parents, remember? Who you think will drag your ass back to your place and give your stoned ass a ride home once people start moving on?" He said in a berating tone, not nearly as loudly as Zoe had tucked on him, but clearly enough to let people know he was in no mood to have anyone shooting snarky comments his way. "Jonas certainly doesn't look like it. I wonder what you gave your ex to have him so unfazed."<br/><br/>Once he was done, he rubbed a hand over his forehead and down his red curly locks, taking in a moment to breath and another one to drink a long sip of his can. As he found it drained, he pushed it playfully to smash the can on the side of his head just over his ear, before throwing it away to the pile gathering inside the pool. "If you'll keep acting like a little kid, someone will have to keep an eye out for you."<br/><br/>With that, he crossed his legs and stared back at her, waiting for the girl to give him another little tirade. As the moods started to get incensed just by the pool - the music over as Naomi hiked herself from the drybed, he could hear Benny just again cussing at people. Shit.  Should he had found Ben first and eased his mood, he might not have been so cranky. Perhaps Aaron's absence had something to do with it? So far Phil would stay out of it, but should words come to blows, he knew he'd step up.<br/><br/>'Fucking superman syndrome', Zoe had said. Well, should people act civilized around rather thank a fucking pack of wild dogs then he might stop worrying about it, Jesus.