Selene shrugged her shoulders and in a careless tone, said, "Whoops, must have slipped," She watched Victoria fuss over John as if he had been seriously wounded. The little Florence Nightingale was so charming in her tenderness. Selene couldn't offer anything else to aid in John's injury but a smug smile. After the pounding in her head subsided, she might feel more remorseful or she might lob something else at him. It was hard to say.
Victoria turned to her and said, "I'd just wait it out then. Whoever's phone that is will probably want it back, so they're bound to call it eventually. Or you could try giving yours a ring. You can borrow my cell if you need it." Selene considered doing just that until Jackson sauntered in. At least, that's how she saw it. Whether he had a mountain of burdens hidden somewhere, he was always so easygoing.
She was torn away from Victoria and John and the resulting chaos of assault and battery with oatmeal, as Jackson taunted her about her phone. "Hilarious," she said casually, keeping her eyes locked onto him as he took a seat. Then she slipped off the stool and with a shaky impression of innocence, made her way over to him. From behind, she wrapped her arms around him and in a low voice, she said, "You know, I'd be more worried about my phone if I were you. Especially after that party last night... and those pictures. Very juicy, salacious stuff," Selene gently nuzzled against his ear. "At least I hope so," She pulled away with a laugh. "Oh well," she shrugged, walking back towards Victoria to use her phone.