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Jordan was no therapist, but he was detecting a slight hint in Julie’s mood that she wasn’t too happy right now. Maybe it was the small beginning of a tear in the corner of her eye; perhaps the way her lips gathered slightly in a pout. Or maybe it was the way she had screamed [color=CF5685][b]“No! I sent him the fuck away!”[/b][/color] in response to his question, grabbed his date’s hand and pulled the two of them away from the party.

It seemed his fate for the night was to simply be blown around by the winds of moody, tipsy girls. First trying to mediate Chanel’s showdown with the cup thrower, and now following Julie past the outskirts of the dance and onto damp grass as they headed towards a small grove of trees. He grinned slightly at the thought of someone looking at the trail of footprints they had left behind them- Julie’s high heels punching into the dirt as she stomped tetchily, followed closely by Chanel’s careful steps as she tried her best to keep nature away from her expensive shoes. He laughed silently at her expression every time her foot slipped slightly and dirtied the side of her heels.

Soon they had left the bustle behind and reached an area of relative isolation. The two girls perched on a large rock, and Julie magiced a small bottle of vodka from her purse. Jordan simply sprawled out on the grass, his hands behind him and his head tilted back to look up to his companions. There was a slight dew that dampened his suit pants, but it was getting late and he was he was too tired to care anymore.

[color=CF5685][b]“I'm sorry I snapped at you in there, it's just…”[/b][/color] Julie started, before breaking off her sentence to take a swig of the bottle. Passing it to Chanel, she broke into a long account of the troubles of her night. Jordan nodded and sighed or gave an astonished “No!” at the appropriate moments in her tale, gratefully accepting the bottle when it made its way around to him. Sometime around her recounting her ballet encounter with Sonny he sipped the last of the vodka and put the empty bottle beside him, spinning it round gently with a finger as his hazy mind lost track of Julie’s speal.

[color=CF5685][b]“So whatever, I'm done with this farce!”[/b][/color] she suddenly announced, and Jordan snapped his head back up guiltily to focus again on the conversation. 

[color=8c5bff][b]“Sounds like a rough night,”[/b][/color] Jordan commented, for lack of anything to say. A slow smile spread across Julie’s face as they made eye contact, and she began to speak again.

[color=CF5685][b]“Major snaps for your work on Mr. Mister here Coco. Could be we have a new contender for King's most desirable bachelor.”[/b][/color] Jordan blushed lightly and couldn’t help a wide grin at the compliment. The two girls smirked at each other conspiratorially before Julie directed her attention back to Jordan. 

[color=CF5685][b]“So now we only have the other half of the set to do over! Speaking of which…”[/b][/color] Julie paused dramatically.

[color=CF5685][b]“What are your actual intentions with our sweet Bea?”[/b][/color]

Jordan was speechless for a second, and his blush deepened into rosy cheeks. Chanel sounded scandalized as she took in Julie’s words.

[color=#D2652C][b]“Beatrice Endive? We've been together all night, man. When were you gonna tell me you and Bea were a thing?” [/b][/color]

Jordan clamped his gaping mouth shut. 

[color=8c5bff][b]“How did you know about Bea and me, Julie?”[/b][/color] he asked quickly.[color=8c5bff][b] “Or more to the point, what do you know about me and Bea?”[/b][/color] he added, before turning to face Chanel.

[color=8c5bff][b]“And I don’t know if we are a thing. I think you’d have to ask Bea about that, because at the moment it’s all a bit of a mess.”[/b][/color]