Jeremy laughed, folding his arms on the table as he looked over at her. "It got us the beers, didn't it?" he said with a little shrug. He'd learned at work that the oompa loompas only took any notice of you if a) they liked you or b) you intimidated them. The ones in the tattoo parlour liked Jack, with his funny songs and strange stories, and were intimidated by surley, quiet, brooding Jeremy. They had a system and it worked just fine.
Jeremy couldn't help but let his eyes linger on her bare shoulders when she pulled the sweater off. Her skin was the gorgeous color of mocha and the lighting in the bar flattered the shad beautifully. Why did she have to be so damn tempting? This wasn't a date. He needed to stop perving over her. He was so busy trying to stop himself that he nearly missed what she said. "I can't imagine them in a fist fight," Jeremy said, grinning. "They'd probably all just gang up and jump on you or something." Jeremy had decided to call groups of oompa loompas 'gaggles', like geese. They were definitely more creepy when there was a lot of them.
"You like the look of anything?" Jeremy said, motioning to her menu before glancing at his own. Everything looked pretty good, and the smells coming from the kitchen confirmed this was a good place to eat. Jeremy decided pretty quickly on the cheeseburger and fries. It had a side salad with it, so Elena couldn't moan at him for only eating junk food, but after the hangover he'd woken up with that morning, after Rachel's party, he really needed a nice, greasy burger.