<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>Moving through the house, ending with him out back by the pool<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Meh.<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Zoe, Open - Mentioning Naomi's music, Sarah, Gwynn, Jenna, Zoe<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br/><em>Why couldn't people wear name tags?  Life would be so much easier.</em><br/><br/>Such thoughts were common upon Jonas's mind whenever he was in the midst of large gatherings of people.  The faces were familiar to his mind's eye, but the names of so many eluded often to a point of cluelessness when talking with people.  Normally he was able to skirt around it, engage a little bit until the name was brought out or it came to him.<br/><br/>But when people called out to him, offering a wave?  It was best to just give them the ole finger guns and leaning back winking smirk, which he did on a few occasions.<br/><br/>How the hell was he supposed to remember peoples' names?  He saw the girl in the hoodie, and wanted to say her name was Veronica, but knowing him, it was something simple like Jenna.  Once he went a whole week in school calling Gwynn by another name like Sara, since she looked like a Sara he used to know.  At least Jonah remembered his own name.<br/><br/>For a few minutes, Jonas wandered around the party, taking it all in while quietly plotting his own escape.  He walked alone through the crowd of people, idly bobbing his head along with the song he was vaguely familiar with until he heard his name called in such an slightly inebriated enthusiastic way.<br/><br/>Jonas turned, ready to level the finger guns and wink when the sight of Zoe came bouncing up to him.<br/><br/>Zoe.  He better remember the name of his ex.<br/><br/>He was taken aback by the random hug that was sprung upon him, the most contact he had gotten from her since their breakup.<em>Probably ready to get back into the guy pool...  Or maybe she just misses your d...</em><br/><br/><em>Haha Jonas...  You have a better chance of getting cancer from the asbestos and lead paint in the house than getting laid.  Mental note: get away from the house.</em><br/><br/>Jonas took the beer that was offered after returning the hug in a slightly confused way, and looked at the can in his hand.<em>Do I look like a motherfucking table, Zoe?</em>“Sure thing.” He said, doing the best thing that any guy should do in that situation.  “Go find some chips.  I'll go hang out over there.” He said, with a nod over to the picnic table.<br/><br/>He gave a nod to whatsherface who passed by as Jonas went and parked his butt over atop a picnic table that was only slightly clean enough.  The beer can of Zoe's was placed down beside him as he waited and waited.