Jake gave a deliberately evil cackle in response. "And the opossums. Don't forget those damned opossums," he reminded the other young man.
"Well, at least you got the Wii," Jake said with some sympathy. "Arin, she's great, but she has a bad temper and it's rough for her right now--she's on crutches and the wheel chair is hiding in the back of her closet. Bad... accident." That's all she would say about it to anyone, though how one got shot in an accident he didn't know. He snorted. "You've been talking about me again," he accused good-naturedly. "Only good things, I hope." He grinned through the fringe of the hair that fell in his face and winked.
Jake's eyes lit up a little as he actually did consider the prospects. "We can go clubbing," he said, one corner of his mouth inching up higher than the other as he looked around for the other controller for the Wii so he could join in on the game.