xp_logs | Jay & Amanda then Jay and Warren

Early in the day, Jay hangs out with Amanda and can't get through his studying because of what's on his mind. Amanda helps distract with her own thoughts.

Jay sighed again, brushing his hands through his hair, trying to maintain focus on his book. It was really hard, laying on his stomach, legs crossed and stretched out on Amanda's couch, straining to just get through that last paragraph. He read it twice already and a third time, he dropped his head in the book and lay there for a minute, exhaling a long sigh. "Explain briefly how we can account for these observations in terms of the nature of radiation," he read outloud. It was perfect to come over to Amanda's and he was much better at doing homework elsewhere than in his suite although he really thought it was the push of company that kept him focused because he lacked motivation to do it by himself. It was just not so perfect that he couldn't wrap his head around chem. "--great as a certain minimum threshold frequency; and the kinetic energy of the ejected electrons increases proportionally with the frequency of the light above the threshold frequency." Jay's head dropped in the book and groaned. "Ah can't think anymore. Just shoot me now," he cried, withering on the couch in dismay.

A sneaker came flying through the air, thrown with surprisingly good aim by the witch curled up in her armchair nearby, a sheath of papers on her lap. "Haven't gotten a gun yet," she explained, without looking up. "So a shoe will have to do. Ask Doug about the power of shoes being tossed at your head."

Of course the shoe hit its mark and Jay growled something that could have been pulled out of Logan himself. "How'm Ah gonna study with you throwin' shoes at mah head?" he asked, throwing the shoe back in her direction, hitting the wall and missing her completely.

"I thought you didn't want to study any more?" Amanda asked mock-innocently, looking up from her work. "Science ate your brain and all?"

"Yeah," Jay mumbled. "Science and Warren."

That perked the witch’s curiosity in a way that Science never could. “Warren, huh?” she asked, a slightly wicked tone entering her voice. “Was it your brain he ate or something else?”

"If Ah'd have let him, he'd have eaten everythin' all over me," Jay said, rolling on his book some so he could hang off the couch and see her better. "Remember when he came back and he was drunk? All over me like a bad habit. Drunk but still." It had meaning in some way, like the alcohol brought out truths, although it also made for bad decisions.

“And this is a bad thing why?” Amanda asked. “Warren’s a good bloke, and won’t freak out on you. You should go for it.”

"He kissed me in the hallway on mah birthday, after he took me out n' spoiled me shitless but--" he shrugged. "Ah think he's still sore over Piotr and Ah don't really wanna be a rebound. Yanno?"

“You know what would be a fun idea? Talking to the man about this.” Amanda’s tone was bright and cheery in deliberate contrast to Jay’s moping. “If you like him, act like a grown up and talk to him. You’ll find it saves huge amounts of moping time.”

"Ah ain't mopin'," Jay scoffed and sat up, back on his legs. "Ah'm askin' what you think cause you've been with someone in a good n' stable relationship--" and then they broke up. Not quite the direction Jay was looking to go but he looked at her helplessly, as though she would save him. "He just seems more yer type than mine."

“Warren? Somehow I think he’d have problems with the ‘kills people as part of the job’ angle. He’s an X-Man, through and through.” Amanda didn’t seem to mind the mention of her relationship – it wasn’t like she and Angelo weren’t still talking, after all. “And I sort of fell into my relationship – Ange and I were mates long before we ever got together, so maybe that’s what you and Warren should try first. Being mates.”

"Huh." He didn't find the idea of being friends perplexing, no, it was that Angelo and her fell into a relationship like it was a natural progression. "Okay, so tell me something and this is kinda related - ever thought of datin' one of yer teachers?" A smile crept over his face as he leaned forward and rested his chin on the arm rest.

“I slept with Jake once when I was a student, does that count?” Amanda replied impishly. “Or do you mean now I’m not all illegal jail bait and stuff?”

"Okay, wow. Did not know that," Jay laughed, shaking his head. "Maybe now that yer not illegal and stuff. Ah'm old enough, just," he chuckled. "Ah don't think Ah'm mentally old enough for him, which is and isn't a bad thing, Ah reckon."

“Well, it’s not generally known info – I don’t really want to land Jake in the shite, so yeah, it’s not for spreading.” Amanda stretched and considered the amended question. “I s’pose it depends,” she said at last. “I mean, some of the people who have taught here weren’t much older than the students – remember Shinobi teaching English? – and maturity sure isn’t an Xavier’s trait, to be honest. That’s why being mates first isn’t such a bad thing – you work out all that shite about maturity and who’s mentally old enough for who and the rest of it, before you even get started bumping uglies. Unless you’re the ‘friends with benefits’, that is.”

"Huh, yeah, Ah was thinkin' that anyways, yanno, the friends thing first. Ah dunno, Ah don't wanna push it with him cause everything else was pushed and it all went to shit." A stupid grin slipped over his face before he moved up so that his neck was more comfortable. "Plus, Ah reckon he's gotta lotta things to smooth out." He shrugged. "Wait, you didn't shag Shinobi did you?" he looked almost horrified.

"See? You can be sensible an' all." Amanda paused at the last question, debating on tormenting Jay a bit more. "Shinobi? Afraid... not. He was too busy with Sarah to give me a go, tho' not for want of trying. I was a right little slut when I was sixteen."

"Who else?" he asked curiously, only because she was saying it and no one else. It usually meant there were more than most people knew.

"Who else did I sleep with?" The witch pretended to count on her fingers. "Manuel, obviously. Remy, back when he thought he was eighteen and was sleeping with everything that moved. Bethany, the townie girl I had a thing with. I already said Jake... That's about it when I was in school. Since then, Angelo. And Doug, one time." She thought it over. "I really am due another girl friend, aren't I?"

"Nother girlfriend huh? Didn't strike you as someone that played like that," he asked, bemused. He already knew about Remy although, it was still always on his mind what Remy was like. Damn he wished Remy was still like that, if only to fullfill a fantasy. "So yer bi - what do you like better? Or maybe what's easier? Or does that depend on the person?"

"Definitely time for another girlfriend, then." Amanda pulled a face. "It used to be about what I could get out of people - back before I came to the school, I mean. A place to sleep, food, protection from someone bigger and stronger on the streets. Then I landed at the school and suddenly there were feelings involved and that was a whole 'nother kettle of fish. I got hooked up with Manny, went from one end of a relationship to the other and came out a mess." She sighed. "I'm still working out what I can handle, let alone what's easier or what I like better. Right now? I'll settle for someone who can handle me and what I do, without getting hurt. Guy or girl."

"Huh." Jay was perplexed. It was the first time in awhile since he'd seen Amanda single so he had to admit to himself, it was a weird, refreshing take, if only because he could relate to her 'who can handle me' statement. "Yeah, Ah hear ya. Don't seem like yer short of options though, yanno? Lotta guys and girls around that'll handle you just fine. Got yer sights on anyone lately tho'?"

"I swear, you gossip like an old woman, Bluebird," she teased, relaxing again. "How about you tell me some of these options and I'll let you know if you're hot or cold."

"Okay," he got more comfortable, tucking his arms under his chest. "Mansion or work?"
"Work's the easy one so let's go for mansion first," she replied, grinning and leaning back as well. "Who do you think would work for me from there?"

"Huh, well, let's see," he blew out a sigh, pulling out his hand and counting. "Warren's at the top of mah list fer you, only cause he's well, you know," fuckable, but he didn't say it because it sounded awful coming from him. "Sam ain't there, Ah know it, so lets talk about girls then. Like. uh... " He didn't have any clue who, except one girl. "Zanne, ya think? Oh Clarice maybe though she's a little scary. Might eat yer snatch and bite it off at the same time."

Laughter erupted from Amanda. "Oh man, Jay, you're so cold you're sub-Arctic!" she replied merrily. "I admit, Warren's easy on the eyes, but like I said, way too good an X-Man for me. As for the Pixie... she's adorable and all, but she's also the only person I know who's come back from Pride straighter than when she went in." She cocked her head expectantly. "So the mansion's a bust. What about work?"

Jay snorted. "Way too easy. Bishop's on the top of mah list," he laughed. "But we ain't talkin' about me, are we?"

"Can't blame you on that one - Bish is one very tasty bloke," Amanda agreed. "And I'm more than happy to give you some suggestions on your dating life, once we're done with mine?"
"If they're about turning Bishop queer, Ah'll be all ears," he joked. "but okay okay. huh. you don't work with a lot. Not Jubilee, Jake don't count cause he's uh... just too all over for you. Sof is somethin' pretty."

"Jake's also too gone for me any way. Took off after a mission," Amanda replied matter-of-factly. "And Sof is definitely gorgeous, but terrifying. She'd probably stab me to death with a shoe and then complain about my blood clashing with the colour." She paused and then asked, perhaps a little too innocently. "What about Morgan? Think she'd do?"

"Morgan? Girl who dated Sam?" He shrugged trying to feign indifference but couldn't pull it off as well as other people. "Ah dunno. Sam went nutso over her and he wanted me to meet her but Ah dunno. Maybe you'd be able to handle her better than Sam could. Why? She interested?"

"Maybe. She's got this thing about not hooking up with co-workers, tho', so it's a lost cause. Looks like I'm doomed to be single. Maybe I should start collecting cats or something?" Amanda quickly backpedalled. "Or I could just meddle with my friends' love lives... we were gunna look at potentials for you, weren't we?"

"Well hang on a second, We ain't done with you yet. So what if she doesn't date coworkers. Maybe she's never had the option, right? Can't change that, so don't force it. Let it go naturally. Ah bet she'd be lookin' your way, plus, not to put down Sam, but he's enough to make any girl go play with other girls."

"Considering how many of our jobs wind up needing us to pose as young lesbians in love, I think she's interested. But she's already shot the idea down to Adri, so..." Amanda shrugged. "What about John for you? He's probably bad boy enough for you and he lives on the edge."

"So? Maybe Adrienne isn't her type?" Although the fact that Adrienne and Morgan, well, Jay didn't see that coming but he tried to play it evenly, even if he didn't like Morgan for what she did to Sam. "Ah don't think John floats that way, to be honest and he's stubborn as hell. Nothing would get done between the two of us." Not that it'd be a bad thing.
"No, she and Adri were talking about me and Morgan getting together and she shot it down - besides, Adri doesn't work for us, dummy." Amanda looked smug. "And it just goes to show you have no gaydar and no idea - it was John and Bobby, back in the day. John's as bi as I am." She grinned. "Same as Angelo."

"Ugh! Angelo - hell to the no. No offense, but Ah can't separate you two, not mentally, not ever." Angelo was just... no. "Huh, well, still, John's as hard as they get n' not in the physical sense." He bent his head down, chuckling to himself. "Oh, you know who'd you be good with, well, sorta in the picture sense of the word - Haller. Hot as shit but damn."
Amanda choked on nothing at all. "The hell?" she asked, managing to start breathing again. "Are you balmy?" Haller is so... Haller!"

"AH Know!" Jay laughed. "Ah know! Haller, seriously, but he's -- gah just shoot me right? Ah ain't got good tastes in anyone. Maybe War's good for me after all," he chuckled, although he was really trying to figure out who Amanda would match well with. "You know, what's her face. Betsy, she's a little screwed up but Ah bet you could keep 'er grounded."

"Okay, I'm gunna need a drink if you keep this up," Amanda said, shaking her head and laughing at him. "Betsy's more than a 'little screwed up'."

"Yeah, she tried to stick me and Kev with a sword the last time Ah saw her." He was pretty sure that she was good far away from him. "Okay then, back to Morgan then. Kiss 'er yet? You know, test the goods?"

"And yet you try and hook me up with the crazy sword-wielding ninja." Amanda knew Betsy was out of range, so she had no issues being blunt. "I don't know if that says something about how you see me, or how your brain works, Bluebird." A sly grin appeared on her face. "Does kissing count if it's part of a cover?"

"You kissed her? Hell ya!" Although he didn't like Morgan - she made him uncomfortable - he still thought the prospects for Amanda was good. Moving on was always good and at least it didn't include his brother in the Morgan picture. "So? You think it was all cover and nuttin' to it or was there somethin' more?"

"Hard to tell with someone who's been doing the spy thing for longer than I have," replied the witch with a shrug. "We've definitely got some chemistry there. We'll see." Unlike Jay, she didn't spend her life worrying about romantic attachments.

"Somethin' to keep you company at night though," Jay mused, even though he meant it as innocently as possible.

"And it doesn't need batteries either," was the not-so-innocent reply.

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Later at work, Warren goes to Silver and manages to talk Jay into leaving work early.

Jay leaned back a pace as Jen passed him and cast a glance where Larry was, doing his own thing. They'd gotten into another fight tonight and neither were talking to the other, which made the bar a chilling place to work. Instead of trying for some conversation that was more likely to drop faster than a puck, Jay focused on the mind numbing task of cleaning glasses while the bar floated around, seemingly empty for a night like tonight. Only the regulars filled the bar, a few pool players off to the side and inhaling deeply, he blew out an audible sigh and set the glass upside down with the rest, going down the line of upturned glasses for lack of anything better to do.

Seeing a rather stunning blonde walk in, Jay knew right off the bat who it was and though he maintained the air of being 'busy', his eyes followed Warren until the other was standing directly in front of him, across from the counter. "Hey War. Can Ah get you a drink?" he asked, leaning towards a simple formality despite the lopsided grin on his face that hoped all was forgiven.

Warren had picked this night - and place - on purpose. He knew it wouldn't be busy, and that Jay wouldn't be performing, and he thought after their last disasterous encounter somewhere a little more neutral couldn't hurt - though it definitely was more Jay's territory than his. He hadn't been sure of his reception, but the grin on Jay's faced belayed his anxieties. This wasn't going to be too bad.

"I'd love one," he said with a grin on his own, relieved things were at least starting well. "Surprise me."

"All right." He set the glass down and fished up a shot, adding two touches of alcohol and one for flavour before he topped it off with whipped cream. The drink was set down in front of Warren, all whipped up to perfection."There you are, Warren worthington worthy," he announced, pausing to grab a beer, pop off the top and set it down on the counter for a customer that approached.

"Really now?" He said with a laugh, picking up the drink and saluting Jay with it. Now wasn't he just looking for trouble. "You're going to give a guy the wrong idea with a drink like this." Warren was a little self-conscious about flirting with Jay after what had happened, but pretending everything was normal was far better than being awkward about it.

"First one's on the house," he nodded, watching Warren down the drink with some satisfaction. At least he never had to question his bartending abilities, oh no, they only got better as the year wore on. "Ah'm surprised you drove all the way over here - you did drive right?"

"You don't have to do that," Warren protested, though only mildly. "... I had someone drive me here. Does that count?" Warren could have driven here himself, but he wasn't entirely sure how much he'd be drinking tonight. ... not that he should drink a lot, but one should always be careful with these sorts of things.

He picked up the money that his customer left and went to the register, cashing in and taking his tip. "Well Ah guess that's all right. Ah reckon you could always just fly," he joked and looked over his shoulder, checking the time. Two painful hours left. Jen and Larry needed their time to actually get reaquainted again without him being the buffer, although he was reluctant to ask to leave early.

"I think it's a taxi for me tonight," he said with a laugh. "I had to send the chaffeur home." Technically, Warren should be out being driven around to various Christmas parties, but he'd ducked out in preference of catching Jay before he left. "School finally finished for you?"

"Yeah, Ah think Ah'll fail mah science course. Retakin' it," No thanks to Warren. "But we'll see. Ah haven't studied very good anyways. Sat up all morn talkin' to Amanda about uh... stuff.." he picked up another glass and started to polish it, just because it kept him in place and still, busy yet not. Jen was behind him someways down, reorganizing the fridge while Larry was in the back, doing whatever he was doing, which was probably rearranging the way the chairs were set up. "You done work for awhile? Didn't expect you to come tonight." Were they being really formal or was it just him?

"I'm sure you'll be fine," Warren replied, then inwardly winced at how trite that sound. Maybe he should re-examine the thought about how awkward this was. "I've absconded for the evening," he said with a mischievious grin. "I'm supposed to be playing dutiful son and heir around the place, but I thought I'd take the night off instead."

Jay smirked and pushed his tongue into his cheek, thoughtfully before he set his glass down. "Well Ah reckon if you want company, that Larry and Jen are mad enough at each other to let me go for the night. It's slow, that is, if yer wantin' mah company," he asked, leaning on the bar and waited.

"Well, if you think you can leave early, I would never say no," he said with a flirtatious wink, hoping they can move past the awkwardness. They were two good-looking men with enough in common that this didn't have to be too weird, right? They could just forget about what happened on Jay's birthday and go back to enjoying each other's company.

"One sec," he said and called Jen over to head into the back where Larry was visible, organising the boxes int he back. It didn't take long for something to come out of Jen's mouth, then Larry started in on her and Jay just threw up his hands and pushed the door open. "All's good in love and War." Jay said as Jen followed him out and she went back to her organizing, though Larry seemed to pause at the door, like he had words for her but not in front of Jay or Warren. Picking up his keyes behind the bar, he raised his eyebrows and disappeared into the back, heading for the other door that led back into the bar and of course, meeting Warren there. "You wanna stay here or go out?"

Warren smirked a little at the unintentional pun - or at least, what he assumed was unintentional. He'd finished his drink by the time Jay reappeared, and he took an exaggerated look at the two people currently Very Obviously not speaking to each other. "Let's go somewhere else, shall we? Your pick."

"Last time Ah got to pick something, it was wrong, so we'll stick with your pick, just in case, since yanno, yer playin' hookie with me," he grinned. Casting one glance over his shoulder, he gave Jen and Larry a wave, though neither were really paying attention to him. They were more intent on each other. "Ah well, they'll live. They've been fightin' for awhile. Ah'm waitin' for it to come to blows," he confessed, pushing open the door and rattling his keyes. "Mind if we drive?"

"You sure?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Most of the places I know around here require a tie and jacket to get into, and I'm not really in the mood for that right now. Since that's what I'm escaping." Warren had even ditched his for the evening, dressed simply in slacks and shirt for the evening, with a trench coat to hide his wings. He glanced back at the fighting pair, lingering longer than he should have. "Hmm? Go ahead."

"Huh, okay, well, no complainin' all right?" Jay pointed at Warren as they headed for his silverado. He climbed in and though it looked tight from the outside, it was quite well and able to fit a nice pair of wings. Red feathers dangled from his rear view mirror and swayed as Jay pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the highway that lead out of New York.

Because he didn't have any wings, Jay was able to easily drap his arm across the bench seat, though he left his fingers rest just next to where Warren's wing was hidden. Toying with bird's feathers while he drove had become a habit, although he didn't do that in here, mostly because Warren might think him a bit weird and for awhile, he drove in silence, enjoying the company as much as the noise the truck made, clearly needing a tuneup.

"I will leave myself in your capable hands, and I do solemnly swear I will not complain." Warren was surprised at the size of the inside of the truck, and appreciated the fact that he didn't have to squish in. The Worthingtons had some nice cars, but there was something oddly comfortable about Jay's truck.

Even if it did need a tune up. For once, Warren managed to keep his mouth shut and not make a rude comment about it. Look, he was growing as a person. Or something like that. He did, however, eventually get impatient with the silence - and his growing curiousity as to where they were going.

"So where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere Retro," Jay sat, rolling his head briefly to the side and smiled evily. "Somewhere no one will ever know, or care that Warren Worthington walked through their halls." He snickered to himself and he couldn't help but enjoy the drive, even if the silence was making Warren uncomfortable. He reached over and lifted one of the red feathers, spinning it before he let it drop. "Was one of mah feathers, yanno? Before Ah upgraded."

Warren snorted playfully at that. "Everyone cares where I go," he said with a smirk, though he didn't actually believe it. Oh, the tabloids liked to keep an eye on him in case he did something Scandalous, but he'd yet to give them anything other than being out on the social scene thus far.

He smiled a bit at the explanation of the feathers. "I remember," he said absently, unconsciously leaning in closer to Jay as he looked at them. He seemed as if he wanted to say something else, but he wasn't entirely sure whether he should.

Jay turned right and headed up a ramp, the lights overhead flickering over Warren's face and caught the look. "What?" he asked, somewhat entertained by the look. "Somethin' ya wanna say?"

"I..." Warren paused, trying to figure out how exactly he wanted to put this. In the end, he couldn't work it out, so he just shook his head, looking out onto the road. "It's nothing."

He couldn't help but scoff. "You knwo you can't say that and then say nothin'. C'mon War. Ah ain't made of broken glass here. Say it."

"I didn't say anything," he protested, but caved anyway. Jay wouldn't answer if he didn't want to, and Warren wouldn't press him if he didn't. "I was just wondering what it was like, not having them."

His fist tightened over the steering wheel, although Jay turned on the heater for their feet as he drove, trying to draw out how he would explain it to probably the only one who would understand. "Well," he started thoughtfully, trying to look ahead despite the dying lights from the highway.

"It's.... different," he confessed, drawing in a deep breath before he continued. "They're still there, just a little more impulsive than before. Like Ah gotta be careful. They ain't soft like a lovers touch," he smiled over at Warren, replacing his arm across the bench seat and his fingers brushed Warren's shoulder, though they both knew Jay meant that touch for Warren's wing. "They're dangerous, unpredictable, like they know what Ah want when Ah don't know it mahself. And Ah ain't really in touch with what Ah want at this point, so it's kinda hard to control 'em."

Warren just listened quietly to the reply, his only response for the moment to smile at Jay's touch. He was glad Jay had replied - one of the things he'd realized on his drive the other night is how little he knew Jay beyond the banter, and how very little he knew about his change.

"Thank you," he said simply. "They're still beautiful, you know. When you fly. It's not the same, but still."

It meant more than Warren could have known and Jay's hands brushed that spot on Warren again. "Thanks." That was something he hadn't felt before, such warmth of appreciation for someone else and he had to force his eyes on the road.

"They're callin' me the Angel of Death at work now, been doing it for awhile though Ah reckon its just a joke but its hard to keep a straight face."

"Such a creative nickname," he said with a bit of a smile. "Maybe we should start a new one up for you. What was your trainee name again? Emo smurf?" Warren smirked a little, glancing over to Jay. "We could make that one happen for you."

"Emo Blue," he corrected, "You been readin' up on me?" he asked in a teasing tone, turning down a road and passing through suburbia.

"I might have noticed a mention or two of your name in some of the reports I read recently," Warren teased back. "I think I'm glad I missed the whole trainee name thing. I dread to think what people would come up with for me."

"Blondie," Jay mused, mostly to himself. Though there were lots of blondes in the mansion, Warren's stood out against the glaring white of his wings. "Angel fits, Ah think," he said, if only to distract from the 'reports' that Warren had read. None of them being good. "So Blondie, you goin' to the Chrismas Ball?" he asked, turning the subject back onto Warren.

"Nothing so kind, I don't think." He grinned a little. "I don't know, Angel is a bit of a misnomer. I'm not that angelic," he said with a wink. "The Christmas Ball?" Warren sounded a little confused at the change of subject.

"Yeah, you know, Winter Ball or whatever they call it. Lots of food, lots of.... chaperons," Jay hesitated. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Oh that." Warren hadn't paid too much attention to the announcement, just assuming he'd have other plans. And he did, but he was doing a good job of getting out of them so far. "I hadn't really thought about it," he said with a smirk. "Is this your roundabout way of asking me to go?"

Jay pulled up in front of a building and put his truck into park. "Yeah, Ah mean, they always need chaperons," he shrugged without really seeming interested in the whole thing. Though who was he kidding. If he walked in with Warren Worthington, everyone would talk.

Warren smirked at that. "With the number of students at the school, I have a feeling the number of chaperones would outnumber the kids." You might need to be a little bit more persuasive than that.

He killed the engine on his truck and pushed his tongue into the side of his cheek, grinning as he lolled his head to the side to look at Warren. "C'mon, you ain't gonna make me ask are you?"

"You know, I think I am." Warren grinned.

Jay slouched in his seat, staring at the dash board and the silence stretched between them fora long awkward moment before he turned and cleared his throat. "Mr. Worthington Sir--" a hint of a grin here and then it was quickly replaced by a straight face. "--Would you do me the honor of attendin' this year's Winter Ball with me?"

Warren resisted the urge to laugh, the grin remaining on his face as he looked over. "You know, with an invitation like that, I'm not sure I can really say no."

"Good," Jay said, grabbing the handle to his truck and pushing out the driver side door. "Cause Ah ain't askin' again." The door was slammed and he strolled up the path, heading towards the entrance of a faceless building.

Warren smirked, not replying until he was out of the truck. "Don't worry, I don't need to be asked twice." He looked over at the building they'd arrived at, a slight frown appearing on his face. "... so where are we, exactly?"

He stopped at the door, wretching the heavy thing open before he smirked and gestured. "Well go inside and see for yourself sweetheart."

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Jay and Amanda broke my brain.

Also, Adri is making cliched criminal mastermind postures in my head right now and wants to talk to Jay about being her sidekick in trying to arrange a way to set Morgan and Amanda up.