Women were absurd, thinking they could get away with anything because they swanned around in next to nothing with a sweet smile to try and amend their wrongs. Lucky that it worked, that their subtle manipulations did their trick. Jam would have lunged at any man who stole his beer, and attempted to give the bloke a fiver in the eye for the dirty crime but with her; he could shrug it off easily. Well almost. Now he had to make an effort in getting up from his rather comfortable seat and raid the refrigerator. Or perhaps he could just try and drag the whole thing over to his table for convenience. It wasnt as if the others at the barbeque were really getting into it. Boring sods.

Is that so?

Jam almost rolled his eyes at the shine in her eyes. He knew that she very well knew she was pretty fine, he felt slightly tempted to fling an insult at her, but she was no Circe Beynon. Modesty was just a harmless girl, probably bored out of her mind to even want to sit with such a misfit. Possibly, she was looking for trouble but whatever she was after, he didnt mind too much. Her smile was welcome and her presence quelled that urge to run up to his flat and sort out his fix. If only slightly, for it would forever be there underneath whatever faade he decided to put on.

What else do you want me to say? he asked sounding a little put out, his words slurring a bit Hell yes? So I can stroke that ego of yours? You stole my beer, As if that mattered, but from his eyes she could probably tell that he didnt mind at all. But hell yes anyway. Jam admitted. He would be mad if he gave her a black eye for her theft of a beer. Jam may have been fickle about some things, at certain times but shed picked a time when he wasnt as abrasive and fussy. The alcohol in his system sure helped a little bit.

So what brings you here then?

Suspicion clouded his expression as he wondered if she knew that he was a junkie before commonsense kicked in and told him that it was painfully obvious what he was. Those in the know could spot a druggie a mile away. Though, she was just a girl, so what the hell did she know? Jam swung his eyes to the table, taking another deep drag from his cigarette as he thought of a good answer. One that wouldnt allude blatantly to because I want to spread corruption by supplying drugs to the masses, that would be rather unnecessary and he didnt quite trust the girl yet.

A change of scenery - He breathed out, the tendrils of smoke curling around his head. - Well, not really. I live here, and its almost compulsory to attend and get to know the tossers that live in the same building as me. Its obligatory. He said almost bitterly, as if mingling with these kinds of people was distasteful to him. Unfortunately, it was at this very moment with the lot of them talking about their bloody well-to-do lives (bar the cat lady). He smugly thought to himself that however well their lives were, nothing was better than shooting heaven up his veins. That was the ultimate hit. This was shitsville compared to it.

Are you having fun? he said blandly with a wry smile, knowing that he was having as much fun as getting all his limbs popped out of their joints and sockets.

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