[b]Elysia[/b]

Elysia couldn't help but laugh at Jett's impression of Veronica. Although she'd only met her once or twice, she'd seen enough interviews of the two of them to know that he had it spot on. "Wow, you've got her down," she chuckled, resting her chin on her hand, her elbow on the couch, as she watched him impersonate her. She was glad that he wasn't feeling upset about ending things. She hated to see him down and she was glad that that wasn't the case. Besides, it meant he was content enough that she could complain about her own problems without feeling guilty. 

"Don't worry. I'll protect you against your Mom. She's always loved me," she teased, lifting a hand to ruffle his hair with a grin. She tilted her head a little when he wondered aloud how Veronica was going to act, now. "Hmm, I don't envy the next poor girl you take as your victim. From the sounds of it, she's really going to have it out for her." 

When she returned with the beers, Sia yelped as Jett suddenly pulled her down onto his lap. She shifted about, dropping the beers onto the couch before they ended up on the floor and sighed as Jett's grip on her didn't loosen. "What are you doing, you idiot?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him and then rolling them as he started with the compliments. He was such a charmer and she knew better than to fall for his tricks but that didn't make it any easier when he was whispering sweet things and leaning close.

"Jett, stop," she giggled as he moved in closer to her. All of the pheromones he was emitting were clouding her already fuzzy head. It wasn't fair that he could lower his voice that way. He was so close to her now, his nose brushing hers. She was torn between hitting him over the head with a beer and letting him kiss her. The decision was pulled from her grasp, however, as he pulled her over his shoulder.

"Jett!" she yelled, struggling in his grip. "Ugh, put me down! You're going to regret this," she swore as he picked up her bag and made his way out of her apartment and downstairs. She slapped his back a few times, more to get her point across than to hurt him, really. He was so infuriating! "You're supposed to be on my side!" she complained, groaning as the world spun a little from the combination of the alcohol she'd drunk all evening, and the fact that she was currently dangled from his shoulder. 

"I'm going to vomit all over you," she warned but he took that moment to pull her around to him and set her down in the passenger seat of his car. She swore under her breath with her arms crossed while he told her he could catch her if she tried to run, and scowled out of the windscreen. When he joined her in the driver's side, she hit the back of his head. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to get her message across. 

"If you ever do that again, I'll tell your Mom all your dirty little secrets," she threatened as she buckled up. "You're wrong about my parents. That wont satisfy them. They're trying to ruin my life and now you're an accomplice. You're bringing me to my doom," she insisted dramatically, pouting like a child.