[center][h1][color=red]Jonas Highwind[/color][/h1]

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[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Just Dally up the damages and we'll work on the repair
[u][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Elize Vanzant, others assembled at the bar[hr][hr][/center]

[color=ed1c24][i]Eyes are extra blue today, apparently.

Huh.

I wonder how girls do that...[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Yeah..."[/color] he agreed with a touch of costernation. [color=ed1c24]"Tara or I should've really stepped in and broken that up. I mean, in my defense I thought I was about to break [i]her[/i] and the kid up, but..."[/color]

He shrugged and gave her a bemused "it can't be helped" type of grin. Circumstances played against him, especially when you took into consideration that it had happened and was over in essentially a flash. Even if he had bolted over there, with the crowd's assemblage around the mess, the poor Son of War would likely have only caught the tail end of things. Maybe shooed Stella McGuire away a half-second earlier than she'd left herself.

[color=ed1c24]"I mean, today's move-in day. Does he even know her that well? Didn't seem like it to me..." [/color]he postulated, leaning against the bar and folding his arms with a frown. [color=ed1c24]"I get that she's a daughter of Aphrodite and [i]really pretty[/i] and all, but going that crazy on Day 1 is..."[/color] His eyes traced lines upward to the ceiling in flummoxed contemplation. Even back in middle school, he didn't know people to go ballistic like that after knowing somebody for a day, assumed relationship or otherwise.

Shit, not even Tara was that unreasonably explosive.

Well, not that she'd ever shown interest in any form of relationship besides "Sibling Rivalry: [i]Let Me Punch You in the Face Already[/i] Edition" that he'd seen...

[color=ed1c24][i]She really could use the power of friendship. 

Seriously though, I gotta work on her.[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Seems kinda desperate,"[/color] he concluded. [color=ed1c24]"if you're that clingy in the span of, I dunno, 12 hours. I've [i]never[/i] managed to get a girlfriend and I'm pretty sure I'm not that bad, y'know?"[/color] He glanced back over to Elize, eyeing the glass of wine in her hand for a moment. Dal always did take pride in having good taste in alcohol, didn't he? Presumably, even the stuff he'd laid out for the rabble partygoers was up to snuff.

[color=ed1c24][i]Could one hurt?

It's been a while... I'm a big guy, I can hold just a glass.[/i][/color]

...Maybe once things died down.

[color=ed1c24]"Kinda strange, honestly. You'd think the [u][i]SON OF ZEUS, BROTHER OF THE QUEEN BEE BELOVED BY ALL, LIKELY HEIR APPARENT TO THE THRONE OF OLYMPUS ACADEMY[/i][/u] wouldn't take it so hard as to try and chokeslam the other dude through Dallas's bar."[/color] he continued, voice taking a gruff ring announcer's edge and volume as he listed the lad's assumed accolades.

Cutting off his monologue, he glanced back at Dallas and company (who weren't but six feet to his left the whole time), only to find a new face amongst them.

[i][color=ed1c24]Magic tricks?

Cool. Wonder if we can figure out how he does 'em.[/color][/i]