That silly little thing was here again. What was it, Georgie? That one from Slater's lot. Bah. Viv didn't trust him. Plus, it may or may not have had something to do with the fact he could hold Harry's attention better than she ever had. And believe her, she'd tried. But this blond little thing had managed to capture Harry's interest and she mildly resented it, her funk obvious to those around her as she loitered with the rest of the girls, trying to make her lanky frame as small as possible. She didn't feel like being brash tonight. Perhaps if Harry came back, then she'd perk up, but she'd seen him disappear with Georgie, and her foul mood sunk deeper. Little bitch.
Matters didn't improve when she heard her name called, and she looked up, watching the chair move as the boy kicked it. Jack. She blinked, confused for a moment, before she registered that Jack wanted her to go and sit down and slowly, she walked over, sitting down and looking up at him. "Hello, Jack," She said quietly, a little unsure what he wanted. Perhaps, for once, he was just being friendly. "I see you've managed a tidy haul tonight."