If you weren't friends with Marco, you absolutely would never have talked to Jean.

He's kind of an asshole. Scratch that, he's a huge asshole. But he's all you've got right now. Some guy has been hassling you all night at this party. It's to the point where you're honestly scared to leave alone. Jean's the first of your "friends" that you've seen. He glances at you from across the room, holding his cliche red solo cup with an eyebrow raised. You hope he hears you over the stupid loud music.