June and Drifter
Through glazed over eyes Jeremiah just looked at her as the young woman laughed, and that soft smile of his grew a tad as she helped herself to another strawberry as well. In truth it was hard to remember names and faces; his mind slightly addled thanks to the chemical cocktail constantly pumped into his body by the handlers...their way of keeping him leashed to the base. Still for a moment Miah just studied her carefully, finally offering a little shrug of his shoulders when she inquired about eating it all. "Think since it's one of the pretty boy's parties...well I doubt they'd care if ya covered yourself from head to toe and had someone just lick all that chocolate right off of ya, darlin." With another warm laugh he just nodded to the large punch bowl at the end of the table...the one not filled with punch at all, but instead nearly overflowing with all kinds of condoms. "So if ya feel like trying to eat it all, well lemme get a bit on my plate first, yeah?"