<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, Marco<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br/>For the time being, Jonas sat virtually alone upon the top of the picnic table, his eyes wandering around the party.  Temptation was strong to reach into his pocket, to whip out his phone, and find something more entertaining to do than sit around.  But that night was about getting out of the house, away from the computer, into a place that was unlike his comfort zone.<br/><br/>So tough titty, he thought to himself as he pulled his hand away from the phone-like bulge in the pocket of his jeans.<br/><br/>Instead, Jonas sat and people watched, gazing about as the song changed.  His eyes wandered back to the makeshift stage, and noticed Naomi waving to what Jonas had to assume was that Marco dude or something like that.  Definitely not him.  Well, probably not him.<br/><br/>He listened to the song, nodding his head along in rhythm to the tune that was so melodically expressed in such a unique tone.  Not bad, he thought, listening along.  I'd download it.<br/><br/>And then Zoe came back to him, asking question.  Jonas gave a slight shrug of his shoulder, lifting the can of beer beside him and offering it back to his ex.  “I came here to get drunk and my dick wet.” He said with an innocent trace of a smile upon his lips.<br/><br/>“My mom and dad kicked me out of the house and told me to go live a little and shit.”