In his personal opinion, he'd always regarded you as a stick in the mud. Meek and mild mannered with that wide eyed "I'm not a threat, honest!" Look seemingly glued to your face. He'd had the 'luxury' of meeting your acquaintance when Dick had brought you to the manor for a friendly dinner. He'd hated you then from your skittish demeanor, he half expected you to bolt from your seat when he'd simply asked if you could pass a water pitcher that was near you. You'd been over to the manor loads of times after that seeing as how you were probably Dick's best friend, always trailing behind him like a loyal puppy. At least that's how Jason interpreted it. Jason could most likely count on one hand the number of times he'd a conversation with you that went beyond exchanging pleasantries, and in all honesty he was fine with that. He'd rather be by himself than wasting his time by hanging around with someone he considered to be a wet blanket.

Which is why he was through surprised when he'd run into you at a drinking party, cheering and chatting up just about every other person in the room, a dopey grin plastered on your face. After a few minutes of observing you with mild entertainment from your slurred words or hiccuping fits, he eventually decides that he liked your positively shit-faced personality better than your normal one so he made his way over in an attempt for conversation. Speaking in a slightly raised voice to be heard over the music as he tapped your shoulder and spoke "Hey."