So, come here often? ((Jeny))

[MASON HOWARD]

Of all the places to spend a Saturday afternoon, the library was certainly not Mason's favorite. How could it be? All anyone ever did there was study, and you couldn't even talk to someone while you studied unless you wanted to be constantly interrupted by snotty-nosed, saggy-breasted, wrinkle-faced librarians with nothing better to do with their time than make sure to interrupt every single study date ever brought into existence. Seriously, from all that he'd seen, Mason was more than beginning to discount all those stories about "sexy librarians" as old wives tales.

On the other hand, there were certainly a lot more attractive girls in this library than he remembered ever seening in one place with so many books before. It was almost miraculous, if one wanted to go that far. And the idea of talking to one was certainly much more interesting than finding that stupid book on the some obscure country in Africa he was supposed to be getting. Besides, he could just buy that later. One of these girls, however--wait, no. Just the one girl.

It wasn't that she was a hell of a lot prettier than that blonde reading some gossip magazine in the corner, or that she had bigger boobs than the brunette who'd been oggling him for the past ten minutes--at least (really, he was getting a bit creeped out)--it was actually the fact that she was reading a texbook that first caught Mason's eyes. A college girl...reading a textbook...at the library...on a late Saturday afternoon? Clearly this girl had no idea what the "fun" meant; that, or she was simply choosing to spit in term's face. Either way, she was intriguing enough to warrent a quick stop at her study session, if just to find out what the hell kind of depressing life she must have lead. Well that, and she was pretty fucking hot. Hopefully she wasn't too committed to her homework, because Mason felt as if they could become very close friends awfully fast, if only she'd be willing to give up the studying for a night.

He didn't ask for the girl's permission as he sat down in the seat across from her, only clearing his throat a bit to announce his presence. "Psyche, huh?" he asked after a quick glance down at her textbook. With a small chuckle, he raised his brows. "I always thought that class was a bit boring....could never find anyone interesting enough to try and decipher," he chuckled slightly, then shrugged, offering the girl a small smile. "Name's Mason, by the way." the smile grew a bit bigger as he offered out a hand for her to shake.

[JENYFER SALAS-ORTIZ]

OUTFIT OF SUPA CUTE JENY!

Jeny, honestly, didn't know what she wanted to do with her life. Her Father had told her, when she was young, that girls had to be pearls. If you were pretty and tough, the world was your oyster. Unfortunately, this helped very little, right now. Sure, she could do a lot of things, but she wanted to do something she was passionate about. Dancing? Of course she was passionate about that, but the career of a dancer lasted approximately ten years. She could sing, but what were the chances she'd get actually famous. Slim. And, well, she had never been that great at school stuff. That was Guillermo, AND HE NEVER STUDIED EVER! Well, usually neither did Jeny...

But today was different. She had that psychology thing she had to do on Monday, so she was going to spend THE ENTIRE weekend studying. No distractions! Not that awesomely epic and fun sounding house party at whatshisnames house, or mini-golfing with super sweet guy in her Advanced Musical History course. Clark-Chris-somethingthatstartswithaC...

So, Jeny just kept reading up on the Id.

"It is the dark, inaccessible part of our personality, what little we know of it we have learned from our study of the dream-work and of the construction of neurotic symptoms, and most of that is of a negative character and can be described only as a contrast to the ego."

Maybe getting a smoothie would be fun. But, no, she didn't want to go and get a smoothie by herself. That'd be ridiculously pathetic. Tapping her hot pink nails on the corner of the book, she read through her lenseless glasses.

"We approach the id with analogies: we call it a chaos, a cauldron full of seething excitations... It is filled with energy reaching it from the instincts, but it has no organization, produces no collective will, but only a striving to bring about the satisfaction of the instinctual needs subject to the observance of the pleasure principle."

Putting one foot under her butt, fidgeting, she sighed. The gray tee shirt clung to her, not too tight, but enough to flatter her figure. The pink shorts hugged her as well, a bit shorter than her brother approved of, but whatever. Besides, he was busy being reunited with Rose. At least now, Jeny didn't fault him. Unhealthy as their relationship might be, Rose was what Guillermo needed. And right now, what Jeny needed was to focus. Or throw this fricking book out the window. She hadn't decided which yet.

"Contrary impulses exist side by side, without canceling each other out....There is nothing in the id that could be compared with negation...nothing in the id which corresponds to the idea of time."

Someone sat across from her, but Jeny's big, doe, brown eyes didn't look up until he cleared his throat and spoke. "Psyche, huh?" Jeny blinked, a little smile forming on her lips. "I always thought that class was a bit boring....could never find anyone interesting enough to try and decipher."

"I think anyone could be interesting. But, people are too into themselves to really take a good look at anyone." Her smile was wide and genuine, as she rested her elbow on the table, and her chin her her hand, the waist length brown hair falling off her shoulder a bit. "Did you come over here to debate the interest of Psychology though?" She asked, her eyebrow arching. Salas-Ortiz's were three things, if anything. One: They were temperamental. Even her father could lose his, if properly provoked. And it had not been pretty those few times. Two: They were dreadfully honest. To the point of it seeming mean, often. And three: They were little flirts to boot.

He extended his hand, which Jeny took lightly. "Name's Mason, by the way."

He was good looking, but knew it. His hair was a nice, fair, color. His eyes were pretty, but cocky, brimming with swagger. But Jeny had an awful naivety about her. And so, with her sweet little voice, she introduced herself, blissfully unaware that she was being mentally stripped in the gentleman's mind. Gentleman being a loosely used, of course. "I'm Jeny. So, tell me, what did you really come over for?" She asked, taking off her useless glasses, her eyes glittering with innocent mischief.

[MASON HOWARD]

Damn, she was gorgeous. Actually, maybe it wasn't even that. She was just plain interesting, and he'd only known this girl for all of two seconds. From the tiny pink shorts to the glasses, Mason was intrigued more so even than attracted--although there was no mistake; he was that as well. "Well now, aren't you a just a cynic," he chuckled lightly at her remark. She was right, of course--he was guilty of it himself--but he'd never actually heard anyone word it like that, and right off the bat, too. It was a bit impressive, really.

Mason's brows quirked upwards a bit at the question. Clearly, he'd picked no bimbo. Too late to back out now, though, and she was definitely damn pretty enough to make the effort anyhow. "Well...no, actually, if you really want to know," despite the slight hesitation in his confession, Mason managed to keep his tone casual enough to not seem surprised by her in the slightest.

Releasing her hand from his grip after a brief shake, Mason took the oppertunity to look what bit of the girl he could see up and down once more. Yeah, definitely worth it. As if he ever picked wrong, anyhow. He shook his head slightly, chuckling at Jeny's question the second time around. Good Lord, she really was persistent, wasn't she? "Oh, so you want the truth?" he asked with another slight twitch of the brow. Leaning back a bit, Mason adjusted his position so that he was staring at the girl with his arms crossed, still smirking a bit at the idea of her. He sighed, as if this was some sort of big secret he hadn't planned on revealing until she begged. "Truth is, I came over here because I've been trying for the life of me to figure out what a girl like you could possibly be doing spending her time inside, studying, on a day like today, and I just can't seem to wrap my brain around it," he shrugged. "So, Miss Jeny, would you care to help a poor guy out and explain yourself?"

[JENYFER SALAS-ORTIZ]

Mr. Handsome Mason, who knew he was handsome, and had a saunter, even when sitting, chuckled at her observation. "Well now, aren't you a just a cynic?" Jeny couldn't help but laugh at this. Obviously, psychology was not Mr. Handsome Mason's major.

"Not even in the slightest, actually. In fact, the term 'hopelessly naive romantic' has been kicked around from time to time." Jeny grinned at the fellow, her brown eyes leaving his face, and returning to her book. After all, this young Sir was obviously quite use to girls fawning over him. Truth be told, Jeny could see why. He had a charm to him.

But Jeny ignored her inner girl, and feigned disinterest, skimming her text book as if heavily invested. "Though, I do have moments where I can fake being a realist. Though-" Jeny's grin widened, though her eyes stayed on her book. "It's like Oscar Wilde said: "If you pretend to be good, the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to be bad, it doesn't. Such is the astounding stupidity of optimism." So... under that logic, I could merely be pretending to be a cynical optimist, because I think that's what you would find interesting." Her round eyes finally found him, a soft giggle escaping her. And, when one heard Jeny giggle, there could be no doubt that she was, in fact, and utterly unyielding optimist in life. "Kind of makes you go crosseyed, don't it?"

She liked that she caught him off guard. Maybe, it was because she was the one who was usually left to feel confused or startled. It was a little rewarding, perhaps, to do it to someone else. "Well...no, actually, if you really want to know." Jeny nodding, as if telling him that he really hadn't needed to confirm, and her eyes went back down to the letters that she was sure formed words in her text book. This game of fox and hound was most entertaining. "Oh, so you want the truth?" Jeny shrugged, noting his cool collection. This was a fellow who didn't let the world know he was even slightly bothered. In fact, if asked right there, Jeny would bet money, that when troubles were small and minor he would bitch a storm. But if they were serious, truly troubling, the world would not hear a peep. "Truth is, I came over here because I've been trying for the life of me to figure out what a girl like you could possibly be doing spending her time inside, studying, on a day like today, and I just can't seem to wrap my brain around it." The urge to look back up was utterly tantalizing. But she resisted, Jeny played it cool. "So, Miss Jeny, would you care to help a poor guy out and explain yourself?"

Jeny considered for a moment, before closing her book lightly, and setting it on her small mountain of text books. "A girl like me?" She laughed a little, but with good humor. In fact, there was not a trace of bitchiness lacing her words, but pure enjoyment of this conversation. "What exactly would you know about a 'girl like me', Mr. Mason. OR, more importantly, why would a guy like you be so interested in my explanation?" She leaned forward, eyes glittering flirtatiously, her body language insisting interest despite her blase, yet friendly, tone.

He was an interesting development, on what she had assumed would be a boring day. How wonderful.

[MASON HOWARD]

"Oh. So you're one of those," Mason's stare was serious, but his tone mocking. He should have guessed. This girl, Jeny, with her big brown eyes and all-too genuine smile seemed like just the type to believe in "true love" and all the bullshit that went along with it. Probably love at first sight, too. Mason didn't mind so much, just so long as the girls didn't decide to fall in love with him; although it certainly made getting them into bed far more complicated. Still, she seemed worth the effort thusfar; and it not, well, at least she was plenty entertaining.

There was no way she was actually going to try and go back to studying, was there? Nope. There is was. Damn, this girl talked a lot. He supposed it was a good thing, though, as it only meant he didn't have to think so much about what to say next. Although...if she was quoting Wilde off the top of her head...Mason certainly hoped he hadn't gotten in over his. He shrugged after a moment of thought, smiling as he leaned forward a bit in his seat so as to better look Jeny in the eyes. She had very pretty eyes. Nothing like Mallory's, of course, but...fuck. No, he refused to go there. "Depends, don't it?" he teased, tone mimicking hers. "On if I'm actually interested. Who knows, though, maybe I'm pretending just as much as you are."

She was trying to ignore him, wasn't she? Mason watched, gaze almost calculating, all too aware that Jeny's attempt was failing; or perhaps not awareness so much as a lucky guess. That was how it usually panned out when females tried to pretend they weren't listening when around him. Like they thought he wasn't used to their pathetic attempts at hard-to-get. Jeny, though, she seemed a bit different already: more natural.

Ah, there is was. The inevitable close of the textbook. Mason looked at Jeny with a knowing smile, enjoying for whatever bizarre reason just how genuine she sounded. Like she was just here for the conversation while it lasted--exactly what Mason didn't want. "I donno--not much, apparently. That's why I'm asking, thought isn't it? You...intrigue me. That a good enough answer for now?" he leaned back ever so slightly, slapping his palms on the edge of the table in a sort of definitive way. If this was how she wanted to play it, well, challenge accepted.

[JENYFER SALAS-ORTIZ]

"Oh. So you're one of those." Jeny's eyes narrowed, but the smile stayed in place, while she gave a slight not and shrug. Yes, she was one of those. Why was it such a crime to believe that love existed? Honestly, people were so jaded. His cocky, near glower, didn't unnerve her in the least. She pretended it was just the same as when it slipped back into, what she assumed was meant to be, an enigmatic grin. "Depends, don't it? On if I'm actually interested. Who knows, though, maybe I'm pretending just as much as you are."

Jeny let out a bell like laugh, shaking her head, pleased to feel quite knowledgeable. Math, she blew at. Science, murdered her. But people. People Jeny Salas-Ortiz knew. "No, see, that's not how people work. You had some sort of intention, when you walked over here, and sat down. Thus, there is an interest." She smirked, finding her logic sound proof. "I never said your interest was, delicately put, pure. And quite frankly, I don't care. But they were interest, none-the-less." Standing, she gathered the books that she had taken from the library, trying to remember where she got them. Of course, it would have been much easier, had her mind not been otherwise occupied.

"I donno--not much, apparently. That's why I'm asking, thought isn't it? You...intrigue me. That a good enough answer for now?" She looked at him, knowing she should be slightly skeptical of the quick change in tune. Pushing her waist length, brown hair, off her should, it fell down her back in a graceful swoop, her mind pondering. He had a pushy way of speaking. Like he was use to getting what he wanted, usually pretty quickly.

Stuffing the books that were really hers in her bag, Jeny put it on her back, her contemplative face turning to a sweet grin. "I suppose, for the moment." She starting walking backwards, books hugging her chest. "If you're really interested in interrogating me, I think coffee would be a good way to go." Her voice sounded musing, as if she were talking about an acquaintance rather than herself. "Yeah... I'm pretty sure the coffee nook on the ground floor would be suitable for an interview, if you're honestly so curious. I should find myself down there in- oh- bout ten minutes." Turning gracefully on heel, Jeny laughed. "Is that a good enough response, for now?" Looking back, she gave a playful, but teasing grin, her eyes glittering with mischief, before flitting away as Jeny's will do.

[MASON HOWARD]

"Jesus," Mason gave a sort of mixture between a sigh and a chuckle, shaking his head. "You've certainly un-riddled me then, haven't you?" he bit the inside of his lip. She certainly was something, and he'd only known her for all of five minutes. Certainly nothing if not bold. He liked that, though; it was different from what he was used to. Brows shooting upward, Mason actually appeared genuinely shocked at her sudden decleration that she didn't care about his intentions (decidely not pure in the slightest, as she'd obviously figured out), for that was a new thing for a girl to admit as well. Mason had found over the years that they were typically more into denying his intentions than acknowledging them, let alone brushing them aside. Not that he minded, really. Just so long as his goals were fulfilled.

Mason watched with a slightly furrowed brow as she packed up her books. For a moment he thought about offering to help, but before he could really decide whether or not it would mean making her leave faster, she'd already finished and was talking again. "I donno about interrogation, but just talking might be good enough for now," the corners of his lips twitched upward. It really was impossible for Mason to go through an entire conversation, however short, with a girl without not-so-subtley hinting at more. Usually, he got just that.

Standing slowly as Jeny took a few steps back, Mason ran his fingers once through his hair and nodded, for just this once he was willing enough to let the girl call the shots. It was only coffee, anyway; later on, this wouldn't even matter. After a second of thought, Mason took a glance up at the clock in the corner of the room. "Why don't we call me really interested and make it seven?" he answered smoothly, making it more than obvious by the look he gave her that a "Sure" would be the only answer "good enough for now."

He watched for a moment as she turned her back to walk away from him, shaking his head slightly at how utterly bizarre she was. Well, perhaps not bizarre so much as unfamiliar. Almost intimidating, if Mason were capable of letting himself feel that that way about anyone except...well...select few people. One person, really.

Having no books to return to their shelves, Mason made it down to the ground floor in no time. Really, the coffee nook didn't look as if it could sell anything all that appetizing. He could guess at the appeal of the quaintness of it all, but the probability of its cheaply brewed drinks almost made him want to stick up his well-brought up nose at it. Almost. Jeny was just interesting enough to make the whole thing potentially worthwhile. He checked his watch casually, leaning against a pole at the entrance to the area as he scanned the staircase, a small part of him deciding it wouldn't be too surprising if she didn't show up at all. She seemed like that type of girl; of course, he had yet to meet one of that type who'd actually stood him up, so he found it a highly unlikely possibility.

[JENYFER SALAS-ORTIZ]

He certainly was a cocky thing, wasn't he? Thought he could sway this a bit, by telling her seven minutes? Hrm, actually, Jeny was pretty sure he said seventeen. Yes, that sounded spot on, actually. Alright, whatever Sir wanted, Sir got. That's how this went, wasn't it? Seventeen minutes it was.

Her mischievous grin was wide on her fairytale sweet face. Of course she knew he had said seven, but it would be good for him to get a dose of humility. He'd find that Jeny was not run of the mill. She would not jump to his beck and call, at least not to start out with. True, she was loyal to the end. Of that, anyone who knew her could attest to. Jeny was a tried and true friend, and there was not a whole lot that could be done to sway her opinion against someone. But first, before her Jeny devotion could be lain, it had to be earned. Sure, this young suitor was handsome. Charming, in a bastardly way. A clever glint rested behind his eyes, that let out the secret behind the persona he gave the world. In fact, Jeny was certain there was a kitten, behind that fierce little lion he presented himself to be.

Jeny put each of her books away manually, instead of simply dropping them in the return box, impish nature glowing from behind her little smirk. She wondered if Handsome Mason would even be there in seventeen minutes. It would be quite interesting if he was. After all, he held himself in the respect of a young man born with a silver rattle resting firmly between the cheeks of his back side. That swagger suggested instant gratification. Well, he was sorely mistaken if he thought he was going to get instant gratification out of Jenyfer Salas-Ortiz.

Looking at her watch, she noted it had been fifteen minutes, and flitted down to the coffee nook. The smell of cheap Colombian brew filled her nose, as she got closer. And, to her great surprise, as she approached, she found her suitor. Grinning, she sat down across from him, eying the menu cheerily. "Right on time." Seventeen minutes exactly, by the time her butt hit the chair. "Aren't I Miss Punctual?"

While her naughty side was quite thrilled by her little 'accident', her people pleaser side did hope he wasn't too peeved with her. Tugging a lock of her hair nervously, she bit her lip, her light pink cheeks darkening a little. Though, honestly, she had nothing to blush about. She was just naturally blushy. "So, is this your treat, or should I go up and get my scone and black raspberry smoothie?" She inquired, pointing at the sign declaring the coffee nook to be called 'How have you Bean?'.

It was clever. But they were also a purveyor of other things, besides coffee. Fruit smoothies, pastries, candies, prewrapped sandwiches. Basically Jeny's diet during study season.