"There wasn't too much blood involved, really. Just scratches that wouldn't fucking go away for days. I looked like I got in a fight with catwoman- and believe me, she wasn't Halle Berry." Oh, if only.
James' let out along-winded sigh as she talked about the guy she'd slept with. "I thought you said you were picky." He waved his hands around for what was probably supposed to be dramatic effect. "You girls..." He lost his train of thought as he realized his fingers were drumming to the sound of the music on her legs. When had he started doing that? And when had her legs gotten there? "You act so... smart. But you sure are dumb sometimes." He looked at her and he might have frowned if her hair wasn't doing that blowy thing again. "I think pretty girls have some kind of brain malfunction." Whoa. Malfunction was even longer than 'complicated'. Ten points to James. "Like... there's this magnet, right? And it sucks them toward the biggest assholes ever." He took a moment to laugh. "That sounds wrong. Biggest jerks ever. Yeah."