Table Talk
Carlie was more than a little pleased with herself - not that that was a particularly difficult state to reach. Looking fine in her little black dress, she was more than willing to let Dev take center stage tonight - her roommate just did not get out enough - and watch. Seemed like Dev had made a few friends that Carlie didn't know about, and if there was one thing she would admit about herself, Carlie just had to know.
She was curious about this French tutor, curious about the cute guy she'd seen teasing Dev on the journal later, and thoroughly enjoying the fact that Jason had just whispered something into Dev's ear and caused her to laugh. And the girl said she didn't have a crush; Jason had the sense of humor of a stump.
Alex, her on again, off again boyfriend who happened to be on again for the night, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him, satisfied.