#rutgers

"Oh! That's cool. She seem good? Like, she's being taken care of right?"

"Yeah?"

"Like, nothing bad there, just a muse."

"Good. I mean...kind of selfish of me, maybe, but I'm not in the mood to have to switch gears to rescue-mode if we don't have to."

She takes a sip of her drink, and smiles. "So, get this...the guy I was dancing with? His parents named him Michael Jackson. Like, by accident."

"Damn, that sucks for him."

"I liked his hoodie, though."

"Yeah...his friend has better style sense, but...MJ's okay." She resists a glance back down at the dance floor.

MJ is talking to his friend who is apparently facepalming that MJ didn't know to FOLLOW UP

"You doing okay?" Sylvi checks with Sam.

And sylvi and Sam see a familiar if often forgettable face. Jimmy is coming up to join them

"Me? Yeah!"

"I was talking to the girl. Belinda."

"She nice?" Sylvi glances down to spot Belinda, and spots Jimmy approaching. "Hey!" She welcomes him with a smile.

"She's okay, yeah."

"Hey." Nod to Jimmy.

"Hey, you guys found the Blue Box. Cool. How are things?"

"Good! You could have told us about it, and we might have found it sooner, y'know." A mock pout.

Grunt, shrug.

"Well, normally when I talk to you guys I kind of get that look like you're trying to be polite and remember me so I don't know how welcome I am"

A wince. "Aw, c'mon, Jimmy, that's not fair." Sylvi's very glad that she had the chance to remember his name earlier. "I mean, it's not entirely our fault."

"I know, I got it worse than most piskies. But hey, at least i'm shaking it enough to get a date..." He turns and looks over to where the Hamster Pooka girl is... flirting with another guy having forgotten she had a date.

"I hate my life" he sighs

"Dude! Get back down there! What are you thinking, getting out of her sight? C'mon, we'll come back down with you, make sure she pays attention."

"She went to the bathroom..." And he hustles down...