Venice, Italy. Loud music strums through your ears as you sit in the outside dining area, attending one of many (and certainly not the last) after-parties with Jenna. Natalie and Edward are here too, sitting off at their own table nearby. Enrique is off, well, somewhere. You lost sight of him as soon as Mimi Cuttrell came into view.

Jenna sits next to you, occasionally bopping her head to the music or staring blankly into the abyss while she sips her drink. It's night time by now, and her mind is with no doubt swarming with visions of a nice warm bed and a book back at the hotel.

For now though, she sits looking mostly content and mostly preoccupied. She turns to you after a moment, tilting her head down to look at you over the frame of her sunglasses. Why she wears those things even at night, you don't know.

"I'm surprised we aren't getting bit to death by mosquitos right now." She murmurs, rubbing her arm as if to check for a bite. She glances around at the other celebrities and their friends or family all communing; drinking, dancing, talking about things that look important.

"Do you have my wired headphones? I can't remember if I gave them to you or my mom." She mutters, fingers starting to poke around your pocket before you even get the opportunity to answer.