"She's acting sarcastic to cover up how badly she wants it to happen again," Jazmyn insisted, shaking her head in an equal amount of sarcasm as if she were disappointed by Michaela trying to hide her clearly-immeasurable amount of love for Jazmyn. The handshake from Charlotte sealed their deal, and though Jazmyn would find it to be very amusing when Charlotte would get to live out her end of the deal for losing, Jazmyn really just wanted to win to prove the point to Charlotte, that she was not the bad guy in this. She didn't force her sister into kissing her, and she could get her to do the exact same thing if she wanted her to. Jazmyn knew that realistically, it would be far more difficult without Juliette having alcohol coursing through her veins, but she still believed that it would be manageable. The entire Assassin game only seemed like a perfect addiction in her ploy at being crowned champion of this bet, and things were working in her favor even more when she read who her target was. Juliette Arnault. Perfect. Jazmyn had a good enough poker face that she didn't allow her excitement to be read in her expression, and just because she didn't want either of the girls asking who she had, she didn't press the conversation or ask to hear who they had.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said, dismissively waving off Charlotte's playful threat about not being willing to offer Jazmyn any of the same mercy she would show Charlotte. "You two can get a room, 'cause I don't need any of your mercy. The only one of us who's gonna be begging for mercy is you, when I get me some of that pretty little twin of yours, on my lips. What flavor lip gloss do you think she'd like best?" she rummaged through one of her bags, as Charlotte asked about weed. "I don't have any of that on me, but I have... vanilla and berry flavored lip gloss. You're the twin who's not vanilla, so I'll save vanilla for her," Jazmyn said, too distracted with herself and her plan now, to really pay any mind to the smoking proposition. She was almost always down for some good bud, but besides not having any on her at the moment, she wasn't in the mood just yet. Give it a few hours, and she would likely be down, but she had too much to do right now between getting her room in order and the game, and she knew that smoking would only slow her down, mentally and physically.
Once she had covered her lips in an even coat of the lip gloss, she tossed it back in her bag, and pushed the bag to the floor, as she started to make her bed. Getting the fitted sheet onto the mattress was the hard part, but the rest came fairly easy to her. She didn't need the other girls to help, and though she definitely wouldn't have rejected an offer of help, she wasn't going to keep them from smoking. "One of you needs to hook me up with some sticky notes, though. I don't think I brought any of those, and I'm not about to lose just because I skimped out when I went to Staples last week."