Re: Jamie & Hannah & Si (& open to any Mayer+ types): kitchen
Jamie misconstrued and misunderstood a lot of things, but that was okay. Si was used to it. Everything was background noise—or had been. It might be more stressful now, or in the future. But, he'd only just arrived and he felt okay, if just very, very slightly on edge because of all the people. The parties Si had usually gone to hadn't been like this. They weren't the rockstar bullshit you're thinking of either. They were gutted, ugly houses in bad neighborhoods, where music played, and everyone, strangers with the same familiar face—gaunt and hollow-eyed, was strung the fuck out, lying useless or fucking slowly on the stained sofa until both parties nodded out. This, here, was nice. It was a bunch of mostly young people, all of whom seemed bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, standing around or making milkshakes, whatever. No one was puking, no one was letting a woman they'd just met climb on top of them, too out of it to even care about what she was doing. Yeah, no, this was different, and that was affecting Si as much as seeing his brother and sister.
Si was low-level heat. Intensity didn't come out of him very often. Not even for red thread. Even now, as he smiled at 'George,' it was a little aloof. Though, strangely or not, not cold. "Wow, football. That's always code for cool." He gave a husky laugh, then smiled at Amy and her threat. "We're lucky," he echoed to Jamie. Si watched Amy hop up onto the counter and he shifted to lean against the same. He used his hip/thigh as a prop. He moved a hand through his hair, rubbing at the back of his neck.—Jamie's offer to break away was met with the same confusion in Si as in Amy. Si craned his neck, looking over his shoulder, then back. He lifted his brows at his brother and gave the half-sling of a wry smile. "Did your boyfriend just give the signal for a bathroom quickie? Or are we that boring?" He looked back at Amy as she peered up at him. His amusement was evident. "Maybe he's adopted." He gestured at Jamie with his fingers poking up from behind the arms he'd just crossed over his chest. "That would explain a lot."