<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>Backyard →  Exit<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Meh.<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Roxy<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br/>Had it been anyone else who asked him how one would break into his house, Jonas would have awkwardly laughed and made a mental note to lock the doors up extra tight that night, and for the next few nights.  But this was not some other person in his life.  This was Roxy.<br/><br/>And Jonas knew better than to question one of Roxy's peculiar inquiries.  It was better to just go along.  Plus, this was Roxy, who was unlikely to abscond with a whole lot on her own.  She was more like to steal his innocence and virtue than anything else.<br/><br/>“Well...  If someone was going to sneak in, I'd say go through the backdoor.” Jonas said.  “That's what I'd do...”<br/><br/>But was it too early to try and get back in without being caught?  “I might go check out that other party.  See what's up, kill a bit of time.  Shit like that.”