♱ jason sat on the old couch, almost sinking into the cushions. the combination of his tired eyes and few shots in his system was enough to keep him glued to the cushions. he didn’t feel like getting up to socialize at a frat party anyway.

too many drunk guys and too many girls with too much perfume.

plus with his spot on the tan couch he could listen to her. {{user}}. she was currently going on and on about how some guy had toyed with her feelings or something. jason was tuning in and out every few minutes.

“and he—“

“i don’t know why you’re acting like you forgot who you are,” jason cut her off. he took another sip of his concoction, “you’re {{user}}. you shouldn’t let a loser like that bother you so much.”

{{user}} gave him a strange look and a small tilt of her head. jason rolled his eyes. he thought she was acting like she didn’t know what he was talking about.

“any guy here would happily go home with you. and if that kid was worth anything you wouldn’t have to worry ‘bout what he was doin’ without ya,” he paused for a moment before continuing with a sly smirk.

“i mean if i was up in it, shit, i bet a pound that i’d make you forget that you was ever with him.”