Elodie & Jasper
It was weird to get a compliment from Elodie, even attached to a non-compliment, and the strangling bit made Jasper reach up to tug his tie looser. He didn't take her seriously half the time, she just said stuff to freak people out, but sometimes he wondered. "Don't push Jules,” he muttered as he took the joint back for another hit. She probably wouldn't even want to get in the middle of all that mess, but if she did he couldn't let that go by without comment. "You're not allowed to do that, but yeah you can jump for the flowers or whatever. Elbow whoever else you want.” He didn't think that was just limited to bridesmaids or anything. There was only one anyway, and it looked like Roxy had already replaced Caden with some other guy. Jasper wondered if that pissed him off, or if he didn't give a shit since he had another woman himself. Did relationship drama just never stop in life? Damn. "You look like you're going to a concert or something... but I like the skirt.”
Elodie wouldn’t really push Jules. She wasn’t sure she’d actually actively try to get the bouquet. She’d just watch who did get it and steal it from them before she left. She reached for Jasper’s drink to take another sip for herself, her lips twitching in amusement against the cup when he complimented her skirt. “Isn’t it amazing?” Placing a hand on her hip, she stepped forward and turned like she was on a runway. “I only pull it out for special occasions.” It wasn’t like she had a closet full of dresses at home. Hell, she didn’t think she had any dresses. They weren’t really her style. Besides, no one inside gave a shit about her clothes. No one knew her but for a very small handful of people anyway. Charlie had even said she liked Elodie’s shirt. Who knew someone like Charlie liked heavy metal. People were unpredictable sometimes. “Oh!” Elodie’s eyes widened before she took a bigger gulp from Jasper’s cup and offered it back nearly empty. “I got Clint to take me home after the bonfire, did I tell you that? I don’t think I did. He slept over and everything.”
Jasper could practically see how Jules’s expression would look as she judged Elodie’s fashion choices. Elodie would probably hate everything in Jules’s closet too. How had he ended up with such different girls in his life? None of them were anything alike, really. Jasper took the cup back and glanced in it with a bemused expression on his face, but what Elodie said drew his attention away from girl clothes and his pilfered drink. He raised an eyebrow at her before he made a face -- what the hell did anybody keep seeing in Clint Nolan? Jasper didn’t feel like he would ever understand it. Though he doubted Elodie was interested in Clint for the same reasons Ruby had been. He only had fuzzy memories of them talking about him at the bonfire ... a lot of that night was fairly fuzzy, if he was being honest. “No you didn’t tell me,” he said before sucking on the joint again. Jasper offered it back as he exhaled. “So ... what? Did you crazy-fuck him or what? Is he dead?” He smirked faintly.
Elodie had the same opinion of Jules as Jasper did of Clint. She didn't really get it. Jules was just a pretty blonde girl. A dime a dozen as her dad used to say. Or still said, who the fuck knew. But maybe Point Pleasant was lacking in pretty blondes so that was why every guy wanted to fuck her. So boring. Taking the joint again, Elodie could already feel it seeping into her being. If there was weed at every wedding, maybe she'd go to more. A weed bar, like the bar bar. Elodie's lips curved around the joint and she was silent as she took a deep drag from it before handing it back. "He's alive," she said after a moment. “And no, I didn't fuck him... though I'm probably gonna. I did get him to tell me who he cheated on Ruby with though." Elodie raised a brow, most of her smile fading a bit, only because it sucked and Jasper was her friend and everything. "Do you wanna know who it was?"