[center][color=wheat][h1][b]Jejomar Salinas[/b][/h1][/color][/center]
[center][b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] [@Lady Amalthea][/center]

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Jejomar sighed, realising that he couldn't really do anything about what was happening. If he got charged, he wasn't sure what would happen. Eva might be able to help but forcing her to ask her parents? That would just be rude. As Tas finished with his knuckles, she went away with Eddy towards the hospital. '[color=wheat][i]You really screwed up my friend.[/i][/color]' There was no response. Soon enough, he was approached by one of Claire's brothers, Murphy if he heard the conversation right, and introduced himself. Fatigued from fighting and pained from the amount of vodka he had consumed, this was the when he was the most confident. Excluding Karaoke Jay of course.

"[color=wheat]Hello, nice to meet you. I guess you can call us friends. Name's Jejomar but call me Jay. Claire's brother huh? Sit down. Have some cake if you want.[/color]" Jejomar motioned to the seat next to him, accidentally revealing his bandaged knuckles. He really needed to head for Echo and apologise for what a mess he turned into but she was busy right now. Grabbing one of the vodka bottles from his karaoke bag taking two glasses with it. He filled the two to the max, emptying the relatively small bottle. He passed one to Murphy, keeping one for himself. A song as he didn't get too drunk, Karaoke Jay wouldn't come out.

"[color=wheat]It's the finest vodka I can find.[/color]" Jejomar paused, as if realising he just did. "[color=wheat]Oh, uh, sorry if you don't drink. It's just that I've never met an Irishman that doesn't drink. Tip 'em over if ya want, I have a fridge of them back home.[/color]" He took a sip, the liquid burning his throat as it went down. He took a glance towards the karaoke machine then to TV hanging against the wall and finally the police. He shouldn't risk it but nonetheless, the sober Jay looked Murphy dead in the eye and asked "[color=wheat]Do you like karaoke?[/color]"