It was almost comical the way that Jay's eyes grew wide when she jokingly laid claim to the soda. His gaze had flickered to the possibly stolen drink and he was about to set it down when it came out that she was just teasing him. Jay finally found himself able to exhale and there was a trace of a smile surfacing upon his expression. Sarcasm wasn't his forte, especially not this late at night.
The offer of introduction helped to ease the awkward-born tension. "Ah'm Jay." It was a good thing that it hadn't been her soda, because by tipping the can back against his lips one more time, Jay drained what liquid had remained.
He quirked a quizzical brow at her question. "The kitchen? Jes' when Ah'm hunger, Ah guess. Or thirsty.." Glancing up, Jay focused his eyes on the blue recycling bin beside the trash can on the other side of the kitchen. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility that he could make the shot -- but when Jay lobbed the empty can towards the bin, it bounced off the edge and rolled a few feet away. Reddish bangs hung down over his eyes as he lowered his head, ashamed. "Well, Ah 'totally'.." Boy, was that word not in his usual vernacular. ".. wasn't tryin' to impress noone there. Jes' wanted to clear the air 'bout that." Sliding off the counter, he went to retrieve his runaway can and dropped it in the proper bin. "Was tryin' ta' avoid gettin' up, didn't really work out."