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Why couldn't Blake simply respond yes or no? She knew he didn't like dancing and that he was pissed so why couldn't she just answer normally. Jace knew she would be anger at him tomorrow. The two of them haven been close for a long time, becoming even closer when they agreed on their friends with benefits situation. Blake began to act weird when they signed up for the Agon. They agreed they'd be on a Agon Team together since sophomore year. Maybe she's worried about tomorrow. I'm such a jerk. Jace has claimed to be an asshole on most occasions, but that doesn't mean he's heartless. He'll apologize to Blake tonight. Jace found her leading Amelie to the dance floor. Blake's been dying to dance. I'll talk to her later. They're kind of cute together. Jace didn't mind if Blake flirted or did anything with other people. The two of them were just friends in Jace's mind. The self proclaimed Sherlock Holmes wasn't as good as he thought when it came to Blake or any one interested in him unless it was obvious.
Jace still has the bourbon with him as he took a drink. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to sit and drink. He'd prefer to be alone, but at a party like this that just wasn't possible. He scanned the crowd, hoping to find a drinking buddy. He noticed Ace trying to get Maya to dance with him. The sight would be great to watch! Jace found a seat, but it was occupied by someone. The guy was one of Hecate's kids, but he couldn't remember what his name was. He was dressed to theme, but not enough to stand out. Was he the kid everyone thought was a serial killer? His name started with a b... What is his name? Jace began to study bench boy, deducing him like his idol would. The tapping of his fingers on the bench was likely a sign the boy was bored or trying to distract himself. Maybe, he's thinking about something else. If he had friends, he'd most likely be with them. The boy was watching the crowd, not looking for anyone, so he must either be a loner or came here by himself. No alcohol so mostly likely not a drinker or didn't feel like it. The guy was good looking, but not in a eye catching way; more like painting, the longer you stare the better it looks. The alcohol coursing through his body was enough liquid courage for Jace. So what if the stranger might be a serial killer?
"Hey B-Be-Bu... Okay, I don't know your name. I'm Jace. Can I sit down?" Jace didn't wait for a reply he sat down. Jace took another drink of the bourbon. He was tipsy, not drunk. "So did your friends ditch you or are you here by yourself? I'm guessing loner. Who are you?" Jace was out of it, asking and saying whatever his brain conjured up. He held out the bourbon to what's his name. "Bottoms up, B, or whatever your name starts with. By the way, I don't think you're a serial killer, but who knows what could happen tonight."