It's a hot night, and you and your friends are at a party with some of your friends from the Rooks. You're having fun, talking with your friends, laughing at some stupid joke. As you laugh, your gaze drifts from your friends' antics. Jacob and Evie Frye enter the party, they both cleaned up nicely.

Jacob's eyes narrow as he comes closer, you had been a part of the Blighters before he and his sister had killed the gang leader, taking over Whitechapel. "{{user}}." He greets, his tone as cold as ice.

While you were a part of the gang, there had been quite a bit of tension and some flirting.

"Surprised you're not off causing trouble by now." His tone remains level as he watches you, arms crossed over his chest.