<strong>NAME:</strong>Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>T-shirt and jeans.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Whatever the hell time the party is.  Sometime at night.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Somewhere around the side of the house.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Smooth Operator<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Naomi - Closed<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br/>He certainly had thought about watching the video, his hand leading the mouse to linger over the retrieved video file.  How he had sat at the computer in the dead of night, bleary eyed through the late night haze of smoke, the temptation strong to take a look.  It wasn't like every day something like that fell into someone's lap, the holy grail with a hot chick in school getting it on with another chick.  And at a late night when the only thing that seemed to go together with a good night's sleep was a little bit of self pleasure, it was really tempting.<br/><br/>Chivalry won out though.  It felt wrong to invade someone's privacy like that, no matter whether it had been for sale or not.  They weren't exactly strangers, but they weren't exactly really close either.  As if he were crossing a line thinking about it.  He'd delete the file in a secure way, removing the last traces from Travis's computer, but that temptation, and thoughts of what he could have seen lingered in his mind during the next day.<br/><br/>Just as the appearance of her calling his name and hanging out with him in that secluded spot had been unexpected, the question from her lips caught him equally off guard.  His brows raised, taking a drag of the cigarette.<br/><br/>“I'm the kind of guy who is a firm believer in women's rights and women being able to do whatever they want.” Jonas said with a slight pause.  “Or whoever.  Who is anyone to judge?”<br/><br/>There was an offer there.  A part of Jonas just knew that there was an offer put forward.  A more forward, aggressive guy might have already been pulling down his pant at the mere hint of some intimate contact.  But Jonas wasn't like most guys, painfully so perhaps to the girls in his life.  Someone once told him he could be so clueless when it came to women, and while some might have agreed with that, Jonas didn't see it that way.<br/><br/>He was a gentleman, just like he had been raised, almost painfully so.  The last thing he wanted to do was to act like an idiot, to seem like some desperate ball of sleaze that would take anything thrown his way, or to be an assuming ass.  People were complicated.  He knew that very well.  He didn't want to make an ass out of himself, or her.<br/><br/>“Nice night to fool around though...” Jonas began, choosing his words carefully.  “And while not the best place, right here isn't too bad...  And I'd be up for fooling around with you.  If you were interested in fooling around with me, of course though...”<br/><br/><em>Smooth Jonas...  Real smooth...</em>