This was getting boring. This was getting stale fast and Jam needed something a little stronger than beer to get over this mundane situation that was festering and starting to creep under his skin. Who was he kidding? He wasnt like these people, these god damned happy people who talked shit and went on about their careers. They were a world away from Jams life, and not even the effects of alcohol could remove that blatant thought. He knew what could, and as he stared at the cat with an intensity that was unnerving, he thought about what would be the best drug to escape today. All this happy community shit, it was making him feel sick and oh-so-out-of-place, again. As ever. Jam shifted his gaze to the ground and rubbed at his eyes again, irritating them further. Normality didnt come easy for him, and he was trying to fit in with everyone but in this situation he felt rather vulnerable and insignificant. It was not something he would admit easily either, though perhaps over his dead, decaying body.

Cigarettes and alcohol only did so much, and as the day moved forward and the alcohol loosened his control, he felt his hand shake as lit another cig after hed finished the last one. Trying to be normal literally made him sick, and he felt as all of this just asserted just how different he was. Oh well, screw it. Jam came here to try and meet some potential clients and surely in this happy crowd, there may be someone who wants a Great Escape from something as well. All people needed an escape, whether it is from their ugly, whining partners or their shitty jobs, or just even boring, conforming normality.

Hiya.

Taking a while to adjust to the new voice, Jam looked up from that rather intriguing piece of concrete to that of an even more so intriguing piece of a fine female specimen, particularly her bosom. Lifting his eyes to her face, he noted that she was definitely talking to him and that he wasnt caught in-between someone elses start of a conversation. She looked young, but not so indecently young that Jam would have cringed and wished she would cover up to retain her dignity. In fact, the lack of much material made him tolerate her presence, albeit in a shallow manner. Taking another long drag on his Marlboro, he waited to exhale before saying anything to her whilst he kept his hazy gaze on her through the smoke.

Hello. He replied, never one that was good with pleasantries.

Shame, no one told me, I coulda brought my cat, I wouldnae have subjected these people to him though, opened their eyes tae what real cats are like, none o this baby doll shite.

Jam continued smoking as she spoke, she was interesting though chatty. Sometimes he didnt mind chatty though, after all he was more of an extrovert, but his circumstances changed so that he only spoke if he wanted to, or if he was under the influence of something and then he would speak whatever the hell spilled forth from his mind. She was drinking too; he always liked a girl who could handle her alcohol. From her accent he could gather she was Scottish too, why she would be attending this barbeque was beyond him, he hadnt a clue whether she was a muggle or a witch, not as if it mattered for she seemed sassy. Altogether, she seemed utterly self-confident and he was starting to rather appreciate her somewhat odd company.

Cats are vile creatures, arrogant and wretched. They dont need babying, its pathetic. He stated, casually flicking the ash onto the ground.

Modesty Duncan.

Jam Morrison he replied smoothly in response to her raised eyebrow, before finally a slight smile came across his face. Are you here for the company or the - he began before he finally noticed that shed swiped his beer. Oi, what the bloody hell? Theres a whole fridge full of good stuff over there and yet you take mine? he glared at her for a moment, before deciding to let it go and to just finish off his own. After all, she was probably the best company he could get at a place like this.

Youre just lucky youre pretty. He said a moment later, a slight quirk to his mouth.

I know that you want me to leave
I'm amazed at how cold you can be
Well, May my weak and insipid soul grow stronger in your absence