“Looks like she is a popular one.” Jason remarked as he stood next to Flash and watched the young woman dance. There wasn’t much he could do while the girl was at the center of attention, but he watched the crowd around her with interest. A brilliant but easygoing party girl was certainly easier to deal with than a closeted lesbian environmental activist.<br/><br/>“Do you think she is just a tease, or is one of these guys going to get lucky later tonight?” He asked Flash and raised his cocktail glass a little so that his driver could take a sip from the straw. It was not entirely clear how to best proceed, but Jason had a plan forming in his head how to dislodge the blonde princess on the dance floor from parental support. Controlled substances and shady lovers came to mind, followed by police investigations and internal revisions. Stepping in at the right moment as a corporate ‘troubleshooter’ who could make this kind of problem go away – a job that he had done for wayward children of management before – might buy him the necessary trust with the parents…and the necessary leeway over young Miss Jones.<br/><br/>For now, he was going to stay and observe her for a while. Maybe Daria was already on the slippery slope and all it took was a few photographs and an anonymous tip to the local law…or maybe he had to help things along a little. “If she goes to the bathroom, you go as well!” Jason told Flash and let her sip from the cocktail again, holding the glass just a little bit too low – so that she had to bow her head to reach the straw. “And give me a life-feed. I want to know if young Miss Jones is doing more than freshening up in there.”<br/>