Re: Jemma and Wally and Open
It was loud in the club, which was probably why she didn't even hear the guy until he was yelling in her ear. Paint? That was right. That was what one did at these events. Jemma had looked it up before dragging Fitz here with her. She was a planner for the most part. And since this was new territory, she hadn't wanted to take a chance.
This man had on a shirt that was glowing like hers in small areas. "Paint might be fun," she called over the music.
"A Grinder?" She looked around when he pointed out the guy and looked a bit taken aback seeing him rubbing up against one of the women. "Well that looks thoroughly unpleasant." She nodded and followed the man, not entirely sure why she trusted him, but he seemed nice enough and she knew better than to take a drink from anyone after all. She wasn't completely clueless. "Attached to this thing?" She glanced down at it, her face twisting into a cute thinking face. Did she want to keep it? She could always get another one. She liked it but...
Mia was downstairs and she'd tell her to go for it. She knew that. So she made a split second decision. "No, not attached to it at all. You know, except for the fact that I am currently wearing it." That was a joke. "It needed a bit of colour anyway!" She smiled a bit. "Do you know where the paint is?"