Truth be told, Jem originally had doubts about attending Denzel's yacht party. The doubts were ultimately futile, because the young man had serious FOMO about pretty much anything that involves people he found to be cool or interesting or even just a little bit influential. Still, Denzel was the stepson of his stepdad's biggest political rival, and if there was one thing that Jem tended to be over cautious about, it was pissing off his step-dad. Not that the guy would ever really do anything bad, this caution doesn't come from a fear of punishment or anything like that. Jem simply was afraid of disappointing anyone, but most especially of disappointing Anderson Quill, wealthy New York Socialite and Politician, and the man who plucked Jem and his mom out of Birmingham and dropped them in the glamorous world of the Upper East Side.
His mind mostly made up, the young man had stopped with brief hesitation to sit at a diner not far from the docks where Denzel and the early birds of the party no doubt were. Jem was eating a grilled cheese at a speed which would cause a lesser man to choke, but that hadn't seemed to phase him in the slightest. Jem was always a fast eater and a big eater, ever since childhood. He glanced down at his phone when the text from Denzel pops up on his screen, but elected to wait until he had finished eating and could wipe the grease off of his fingers before responding to it. Just receiving the text is enough to cement that he would be at the party, although he would certainly avoid cameras and the like just in case some wealthy kid's instagram picture made it to some trashy tabloid or blog and found its way back to his stepdad.
This same patience was thrown out the window as soon as a different, more feminine name pinged onto his screen. Sienna Arnault. Jem nearly choked on his cheese burger with a hard swallow washed down by mere drops of what water he had left, and without concern for getting his phone screen dirty immediately picked up the phone to read the text and quickly respond.
As soon as the text was sent, Jem regretted adding a smiley face and an exclamation point. Sienna probably thinks I'm a huge dork now. What guys use smiley faces? I should have just run into her and pretended I don't check my phone. What? Jump to answer at the sight of your name? Why would I do that? Jesus, despite concerns about seeming overeager or lame, Jem has already dropped cash on the table and high-tailed it out of the diner with a napkin in hand wiping off crumbs. In his speed it turned out that Jem was closer to the docks than expected, and he arrived in little to no time at all. As soon as he saw Denzel, the memory of Denzel's text flashes across his mind and he grimaces at his forgetfulness.
"Hey! Sorry I didn't respond to your text, I was eating. Figured I'd better fill up on food before drinking, eh?" Jeremy approached the collected group with a smile, still brushing his hands off against his jeans despite them by now being clean.
"What's up? Your counterpart not here yet? Figured you guys were hosting as a duo or something," Jem says, trying to be as casual about it as he can. "Oh! Hey, you're the new girl, right?"
His mind mostly made up, the young man had stopped with brief hesitation to sit at a diner not far from the docks where Denzel and the early birds of the party no doubt were. Jem was eating a grilled cheese at a speed which would cause a lesser man to choke, but that hadn't seemed to phase him in the slightest. Jem was always a fast eater and a big eater, ever since childhood. He glanced down at his phone when the text from Denzel pops up on his screen, but elected to wait until he had finished eating and could wipe the grease off of his fingers before responding to it. Just receiving the text is enough to cement that he would be at the party, although he would certainly avoid cameras and the like just in case some wealthy kid's instagram picture made it to some trashy tabloid or blog and found its way back to his stepdad.
This same patience was thrown out the window as soon as a different, more feminine name pinged onto his screen. Sienna Arnault. Jem nearly choked on his cheese burger with a hard swallow washed down by mere drops of what water he had left, and without concern for getting his phone screen dirty immediately picked up the phone to read the text and quickly respond.
To: Sienna
I'm actually on my way right now! I'll see u there :)
I'm actually on my way right now! I'll see u there :)
As soon as the text was sent, Jem regretted adding a smiley face and an exclamation point. Sienna probably thinks I'm a huge dork now. What guys use smiley faces? I should have just run into her and pretended I don't check my phone. What? Jump to answer at the sight of your name? Why would I do that? Jesus, despite concerns about seeming overeager or lame, Jem has already dropped cash on the table and high-tailed it out of the diner with a napkin in hand wiping off crumbs. In his speed it turned out that Jem was closer to the docks than expected, and he arrived in little to no time at all. As soon as he saw Denzel, the memory of Denzel's text flashes across his mind and he grimaces at his forgetfulness.
"Hey! Sorry I didn't respond to your text, I was eating. Figured I'd better fill up on food before drinking, eh?" Jeremy approached the collected group with a smile, still brushing his hands off against his jeans despite them by now being clean.
"What's up? Your counterpart not here yet? Figured you guys were hosting as a duo or something," Jem says, trying to be as casual about it as he can. "Oh! Hey, you're the new girl, right?"