Jared watched as Evan slowly made his way over to the bed, taking a seat but trying to take up as little space as possible. He felt his lips purse as he watched but then Evan was turning and stretching his legs out and generally attempting to relax. Jared couldn't help but smile at this. At least until Arwen jumped on the bed and settled into Evan's lap, causing Evan to jump a bit and spill a bit of drink on his arm.
He raised his brows at the cat and then glanced at Evan who was frozen. He couldn't help it. He busted out laughing and waved his hand at the dispair in his friend's eyes.
"Sorry, dude! Sorry, just... your face! You look so shocked. Ha ha, it's priceless. But look, just. You wait there. I'll go get a towel and clean that up." He got upfrom the bed, setting the drink on the dresser to his right, and made his way out of the room, heading into the bathroom just a door down on the left. Finding a washcloth, he wet it generously before wringing it out. A quick glance at the mirror and he made a face. He really didn't like to spend too much time looking at himself in the mirror. It wasn't so much that he hated the way he looked, but he couldn't honestly say he was pleased, either. If anything, it usually wasn't that much of an issue.
He made faces at himself in the mirror. He quoted movies and sang songs at himself in the mirror. But right now, he had a guy he really liked in his bedroom and his reflection in the mirror was just another reminder as to why Evan would never want him anyway, so why bother fantasizing about it. He rolled his eyes at himself and finished wringing out the cloth, hurrying back to his room where he found Evan and the cat bonding.
Evan still had his messy arm with drink held high and Jared rushed to take the glass from him, setting it on his night stand a few feet away. He then took hold of Evan's wrist, wiping at the spot where the drink had landed, glad he was catching it before it got too sticky. Arm clean, he tossed the cloth into his dirty laundry basket and handed Evan his drink once more.
Walking around his bed to the other side, he retrieved his own drink, bringing it to his lips and taking three large gulps to finish it off before setting the empty glass down once more. Lounging on the bed once more, he grinned as he felt the buzz hitting him faster and knew the large drinks he'd just taken would hit him soon enough as well. He was, by all rights, feeling good.
Kicking off his shoes, he nudged them to the floor with his socked feet. He then nudged Evan's leg with the one closest to him, nodding toward the cat now a purring, sleeping mass in the other's lap.
"Cloudy definitely didn't like you this much, dude," he said with a grin. "Arwen's usually not like this. I think she's got a crush." He said with a flirty wink.
Not that I blame her, he thought to himself, mentally berating himself for being jealous of his cat.