Well, they were finally there. When they walked in, a more observant person would have noticed Nathan was perhaps vaguely uncomfortable. JP was, of course, oblivious. She bounced her way over, wrapped an arm around each of theirs. "Hi, guys," she said brightly, leaning on each of them for about five seconds a piece. Then she released them and rounded on the waiter. "Table," she demanded. The waiter shot her a glare, but led them to a round booth in the corner.
JP settled herself in the middle, fussed with her napkin and utensils for a minute, then smiled at Nathan and Jen. "So, how was he?" she asked Jen. "Did he pass or am I going to have to show him how to shoot again?" Making a gun with her finger, she pretended to shoot Nathan, then blew imaginary smoke off her middle finger.