<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, Jenna<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br/>Rather than press for what Zoe had been about to say, Jonas remained silent for the moment.  Whatever it was, it didn't seem important, and Jonas had grown accustomed to her occasional derailed thoughts when under the influence.  Whatever, Jonas thought with a slight shrug as she came and sat herself right down beside him.<br/><br/>He watched as she pulled out her bag, and dug into the front pocket.  What sort of maniacal plan did she have in mind, he wondered.  Some new computer stuff?  Did she have one of those little flash-drive sized computers that you could plug into a television?  That would be badass.  He always wanted one to take a part.  Maybe a really cool raspberry pi computer?  Oh my god, that would be so cool.  Did she have one?<br/><br/>No.  Just keys.<br/><br/>“Why the hell are you here if you have the keys to a big empty house?” Jonas asked.  “That'd be pretty sweet.  Like, I don't care, I'd just be chilling out naked playing video games and shit than getting whatever diseases are in this place.”<br/><br/>Maybe she was inviting him over, he wondered.  Her own subtle way of an invitation to go to Poundtown.  Jonas didn't know, and in typical Jonas fashion, was not about to be so rude and invasive as to ask about that.  If she wanted him to go home with her, there was little doubt in his mind that she would say something.<br/><br/>For all he knew though, she probably wanted to go home with Naomi, as the thoughts of the stories and insecure thoughts crossed his mind.  He had reached over for the cigarette between her fingers, helping himself in an uninvited fashion as he took a drag from it.  “I think you're pretty good just the way you are.” He said, thinking it over.  “I think most people are.  Doesn't do anyone any good for themselves if they try and be something other than themselves.”<br/><br/>His eyes watched as a figure ran from the house, darting into the obscuring woods that surrounded them.  That can't be good, he thought, as he took another drag and listened to the music.