John-Jamie was bored. Ringo-Jamie had found someone to talk dull cult movies with, pantsleass Jamie was trying his luck at chatting up some girl and had threatened John-Jamie with re-absorption if he ruined his chances there, Wisdom had gone off with some girl into the corn maze and God only knew where George-Jamie had ended up. As much as John-Jamie knew that he really should be happy that at least two out of the four Jamies around that night had a chance of getting laid since they were all the same person, he could not help but feel a little competitive and jealous. Why couldn't he get any action? And then there was Wisdom, who always seemed to get the girl. He was almost frustrated enough to scream when... when a very lovely lady walked past. And looked back at him. Not just any look, she gave him a look. The look. Oh the night just suddenly got so much better!
John-Jamie nearly tripped over himself as he hurried after her, grinning like a moron and nearly toppling two other party goers over in his hurry. "Hey," he said in a quiet, rather husky voice. Suddenly the ridiculous outfit did not seem so horrible. God bless the Beatles!