Jamie Bennet

and so I tell myself that I'll be strong; jamie bennet. twenty two. human

[katmcnamara]

Passionate, spontaneous, sensual, and knowledge seeking.

[jadeamelia]

[jamie-bennet]

Under Control | Abram & Jamie

Jamie had spent the past two hours working on her shooting. Despite the fact that she had told Joss she’d taken an extra shift at the cafe, the archer chose to pay a visit to her self made training site. It wasn’t anything fancy, in fact it was far from it - a little over five years ago Jamie and her father had discovered a secluded area in the forrest near the outskirts of town. Most people would’ve thought it was the perfect campsite and for a while it had been just that for the Bennet family - but for the past year Jamie had used it as her archery range.

The archer smiled as she hit her mark once again. Yes, practice was important but at this point Jamie continued archery as way to take out her frustration…especially on the supernatural. She knew she still had a long way to go before she was able to really call herself a hunter, but with the help of the right people Jamie would be there before she knew it. She definitely had the passion for it which wasn’t going away anytime soon, if ever.

She made her way over towards the tree and began removing the arrows from the mark when she felt something - or someone - quickly brush past her. Jamie whirled around instantly only to find that she was still alone. “Hello?” she called after a moment, her hazel eyes scanning the small training area. Keeping her eyes up, she picked up her bow and grabbed the nearest arrow and readied her weapon, holding it close to her side. “Seriously, not a smart idea trying to sneak up on the person with a weapon,” she spoke again, her eyes lighting up when she heard the crackle of leaves beneath someones feet. Keeping her bow at her side, Jamie cautiously marched forward careful not to wander too far from her site. She caught sight of a figure - no doubt a man - standing about 20 feet away from her. “What the hell,” she muttered to herself, eyes not leaving the silhouette of the man ahead. “I know you’re there, why don’t you jus-” she was cut off mid-sentence when something brushed her shoulder rather roughly, causing Jamie to trip over a couple of rocks and sent her flying a good three feet forward.

So much for having the grace of a hunter.

The unexpected sharp pain in her side caused her to yell - though it was cut short when forced herself to shut her mouth. Jamie rolled onto her back, momentarily lying still. Glancing down to her side, she realized that the not so graceful landing caused her to land on her bow, accidentally allowing the head of the arrow to enter her side - and god that did not feel great. She bit her tongue to keep herself from making any noise as she turned her head and realized the man was still there - he hadn’t been responsible for her fall, there was someone else here.

Panic was quickly setting in which forced Jamie to act. Without hesitating she reached down and yanked the arrow from her side, sending another intense wave of pain throughout her entire left side. It was the sound of sudden footsteps approaching that managed to bring her back once again. Jamie glanced around for her bow and in record time forced herself into a seating position, scooting back until her back hit a tree. With shake arms she still managed to load her bow, holding her weapon at the ready and just waited. This was definitely not how she had pictured her grand exit.

[abramtala-blog]

Abram and Seraphina had come to Abram specifically with the purpose of tracking her. They’d heard whispers among the supernatural world that she had been heading towards Chicago by way of Naperville and the duo had decided to stop in Naperville, figuring it was close enough to the city to let them investigate, but far enough not to raise too much suspicion from their quarry. 

Unfortunately, they very quickly lost track of the age old vampire in the huge city and soon enough gave up looking. They’d set up temporary residence in Naperville, and until they got another lead, they didn’t plan on leaving. What they hadn’t expected was to pick up her trail in Naperville. 

Abram, despite his nomadic lifestyle, was a creature of habit. He liked establishing routines, when he could, and managed to do so whenever he and Sera settled down in one place for a while. It was a method of keeping him sane, really. And just like all the other places they’d stopped, Abram’d come up with a routine even in Naperville. Which included frequenting a specific coffee shop where a certain brunette worked. 

The fact that he frequented the shop only during her shifts was purely coincidental. 

He’d been surprised by Jamie Bennet. She’d ignored his rough exterior and gruffness, and knocked down his barriers until there was nothing left but the softer, kinder Abram Tala. They’d had plenty of interesting conversations, and soon enough, a friendship was born between the unlikely pair. 

The problem was, once Abram started spending more time around the younger Bennet sister, the more he realized something wasn’t right. Another supernatural seemed to be spending just as much time around Jamie and Abram wasn’t sure the other being had quite the same motives as he did. He began watching Jamie more closely. Even when he wasn’t technically with her, he was around, keeping an eye out for her. Which was exactly what he was doing today. 

He’d followed her out to the woods, deciding to keep his distance as usual, unless something happened. With growing respect, he watched as she shot arrow after arrow into an offending tree and time and time again, made her mark. He’d just determined that nothing would happen, and that she could most certainly take care of herself, when he caught a scent that immediately sent his blood crawling. 

Rising to his feet from his crouched position, Abram’s eyes flashed over the clearing in search of the monster who the smell belonged to. Every muscle tensed as a twig broke under her foot, and his gaze tore away to the source, leaving Jamie only for a second. But it was long enough for the vampire to make her move. He whipped around when he heard Jamie yell, suddenly torn with the insane desire to purse his quarry who had, by now, left, and a strange need to make sure the small brunette was alright. 

In the end, somehow, Jamie’s wellbeing managed to override Abram’s need for vengeance and he quickly ran into the clearing. He heard, even before he saw, the panic that had set in on the young woman’s heart. Slowly, and with his hands raised to show her he meant no harm, Abram crossed the clearing towards where she sat, her arrow still pointed at his chest. “It’s alright, Jamie.” he said quietly as he continued to make his way towards her. “She’s gone.” 

[jamie-bennet]

Jamie closed her eyes for just a second because wow, this wasn’t exactly how she imagined spending her night. Where had she gone wrong? Okay, so she lied to Joss about where she was but she wasn’t doing anything wrong. She had merely been brushing up on her archery skills to potentially use on and kill vampires with. Its not like she had a death wish or anything… She forced her eyes open and instantly raised her bow again with slightly shaky arms when she heard footsteps approaching. “Abram?” she found herself asking out loud, a mixture of confusion and relief on her face. What the hell was he doing here? Where had he come from? She hesitated slightly before lowering her weapon a little. She could still feel her heart pounding roughly against her chest - whether if was from the adrenaline or fear, she wasn’t too sure.

“She’s gone?” she repeated, needing confirmation before finally letting go of her weapon altogether and letting it fall on the ground beside her. She let out a breath she hasn’t realized she’d been holding before leaning her head back against the tree. Holy shit. Suddenly Jamie felt way in over her head - and then it was gone, the feeling of fear quickly replaced by frustration.

What if Abram hadn’t been there? Why hadn’t she been more focused? Jamie hissed slightly as she tried to move. Why hadn’t she been more graceful?

Her palms were dirty from breaking her fall, her black clothes now also covered in dirt. She spotted a rip in her pants along the side of her calf, no doubt having caused a few scratches along her leg. Oh, and of course the arrow that had been protruding through her side just seconds ago. Altogether it was a look she would’ve preferred no one to see her in, especially Abram Tala.

“Have I ever told you how much I appreciate your company?” she asked, a weak smile forming on her lips. Funny enough, Jamie wasn’t only talking about this incident…but she sure as hell appreciated Abrams company now more than usual.

[jamie-bennet]

ready, aim, fire | nate & jamie

Jamie sat on the ground with an arrow in her hand and and old rag in the other. She had grown bored in the past half hour and began polishing her arrows, which were scattered in front of her. It probably wasn't the best idea to return to her training site after that little run in with a vampire, but clearly it wasn't enough to stop her. Determination was definitely one of Jamie's finer qualities but it would also lead to her downfall at some point - at this rate, probably sooner rather than later. But that's why she was here, waiting for the sun to go down and for Nathaniel to make his grand appearance - if he appeared at all. And while Jamie had a strict 'no trusting vampires' policy, well, she needed this. She needed someone in this line of work to finish training and and prepare her for such an extreme lifestyle...and who better to do that than an actual vampire, who just so happened to be a hunter as well? Meeting Nate had been a complete accident. Jamie had picked up a vampires trail and while on it she ran into the man, who was also hot on the trail of the other vampire. After a brief exchange of words, insults, and eventually losing the vampires track altogether, Nate had accidentally agreed to help train the brunette. Unfortunately, the fact that they only met 48 hours ago wasn't enough to guarantee that Nate would, or even had to keep his word. But he did. Jamie lifted her head when she heard footsteps approaching. "Wow, you actually showed up," she said more to herself than to him, a slightly amused smile making its way onto her face. She didn't even bother getting up off the floor, instead she just continued polishing her arrows. "Did you really have to wait until the sun went down, or is that some great vampire myth?" she asked genuinely curious but the smile on her face could easily be mistaken otherwise. "Also garlic, love it or hate it?" She noted the unimpressed look on her new trainers face and lifted her hands up in surrender. "Alright, sorry. Just trying to get myself familiar with..." she trailed off before finally standing up and looking over at Nate. "This is kind of the first time I talk to or hang out with...you know, your kind." For some reason Jamie couldn't bring herself to say it.

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[peterquill]

[jamie-bennet]

hawkeye^2 AU | Clint Barton/Kate Bishop (for manceraydered)

One of the more interesting outcomes of the New York incident is the discovery of a bow-toting vigilante, dubbed ‘Hawkeye’ after the infamous archer who played a key role in the foiled alien invasion, who has been aiding the police in (literally) pinning down street criminals. At the behest of the NYPD (and his own conscience), Clint Barton aka Hawkeye sets out to investigate the identity of this mysterious crime fighter, who turns out to be a teenaged girl named Kate Bishop.

[mockingdream-deactivated2014083]

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what’s up? // 4 non blondes

and so i wake in the morning and i step outside and i take a deep breath and i get real high and i scream from the top of my lungs, “what’s going on?”

[tsarkoshei]

[jamie-bennet]

Under Control | Abram & Jamie

Jamie had spent the past two hours working on her shooting. Despite the fact that she had told Joss she’d taken an extra shift at the cafe, the archer chose to pay a visit to her self made training site. It wasn’t anything fancy, in fact it was far from it - a little over five years ago Jamie and her father had discovered a secluded area in the forrest near the outskirts of town. Most people would’ve thought it was the perfect campsite and for a while it had been just that for the Bennet family - but for the past year Jamie had used it as her archery range.

The archer smiled as she hit her mark once again. Yes, practice was important but at this point Jamie continued archery as way to take out her frustration…especially on the supernatural. She knew she still had a long way to go before she was able to really call herself a hunter, but with the help of the right people Jamie would be there before she knew it. She definitely had the passion for it which wasn’t going away anytime soon, if ever.

She made her way over towards the tree and began removing the arrows from the mark when she felt something - or someone - quickly brush past her. Jamie whirled around instantly only to find that she was still alone. “Hello?” she called after a moment, her hazel eyes scanning the small training area. Keeping her eyes up, she picked up her bow and grabbed the nearest arrow and readied her weapon, holding it close to her side. “Seriously, not a smart idea trying to sneak up on the person with a weapon,” she spoke again, her eyes lighting up when she heard the crackle of leaves beneath someones feet. Keeping her bow at her side, Jamie cautiously marched forward careful not to wander too far from her site. She caught sight of a figure - no doubt a man - standing about 20 feet away from her. “What the hell,” she muttered to herself, eyes not leaving the silhouette of the man ahead. “I know you’re there, why don’t you jus-” she was cut off mid-sentence when something brushed her shoulder rather roughly, causing Jamie to trip over a couple of rocks and sent her flying a good three feet forward.

So much for having the grace of a hunter.

The unexpected sharp pain in her side caused her to yell - though it was cut short when forced herself to shut her mouth. Jamie rolled onto her back, momentarily lying still. Glancing down to her side, she realized that the not so graceful landing caused her to land on her bow, accidentally allowing the head of the arrow to enter her side - and god that did not feel great. She bit her tongue to keep herself from making any noise as she turned her head and realized the man was still there - he hadn’t been responsible for her fall, there was someone else here.

Panic was quickly setting in which forced Jamie to act. Without hesitating she reached down and yanked the arrow from her side, sending another intense wave of pain throughout her entire left side. It was the sound of sudden footsteps approaching that managed to bring her back once again. Jamie glanced around for her bow and in record time forced herself into a seating position, scooting back until her back hit a tree. With shake arms she still managed to load her bow, holding her weapon at the ready and just waited. This was definitely not how she had pictured her grand exit.

[jamie-bennet]

Coffee for the Homeless | Archie & Jamie

[jamie-bennet]

“No,” the brunette found herself saying out loud to herself when she heard footsteps approaching her - that obviously wasn’t enough to get her to stop, it anything, she picked up the pace a little. It wasn’t a far walk home from the cafe, and as much as Jamie enjoyed being out in the rain her patience was starting to pretty thing. Again, she knew she was probably being a bit harsh, after all Archie had come back to pay…she knew it was more than that. Work was boring, she was behind on her schoolwork which was quickly piling up, Joslyn was being…well, Joslyn and she was exhausted from her training, even if it wasn’t anything too rigorous. On top of that, Archibald Payne was managing to somehow work his way under her skin.

Yeah, it had to be the beard. Otherwise Jamie would’ve thrown something worse than a scone at his face.

For a moment she didn’t reply, instead continued on without so much as glancing at him as he spoke. “Seriously, you don’t have to explain,” she finally replied, showing more interest in the puddle she just stepped over than Archie. He really didn’t have to explain but Jamie found curiosity growing anyway. Maybe he was one of those athletes who blew all their money on gambling and drinking…or maybe he had a family/friend emergency…or maybe he was just fucking homeless and didn’t have a cent to his name.

Jamie came to a quick halt, nearly crashing into the man when he suddenly appeared in front of her. She blinked at his offer. He was offering her tickets, playoff tickets, to compensate for his forgetfulness? She was almost amused - especially considering Jamie knew absolutely nothing about hockey. She opened her mouth to reply but Archie beat her to the punch again, offering up a number of other solutions, from frisking to a free punch to the face. “Seriously, Payne, you don’t have too - a teacup pig?” she paused, clearly thrown off, “how did…you know what, save that story for another time.”

It was definitely the lack of sleep getting to her, it had to be because Jamie found herself almost feeling bad for Archie. Not only was he trying hard to buy her forgiveness but he’d followed her out in the rain - which was sure as hell an actual storm at this point. She was going to regret this, wasn’t she? Her mind was telling her to just take up his offer on the free punch but…Jamie sighed. She looked up at the sky momentarily as if wondering why before looking back at Archie. “You know what…a drink or two doesn’t sound too bad right about now.”

[archiepayne-blog]

Archie had been 100% ready to take a punch to the face because that’s just really where the night was headed anyway, right? It was already raining cats and dogs. He had already been thrown up on twice that day. He was far from werewolf but if he tried really hard he could practically smell the psycho ex-convict girlfriend in the air. It had been a rough week. A punch to the face might have actually been refreshing. But she didn’t – despite the fact that he could tell for a very brief second that she was probably considering it. She looked up to the dark, cloudy sky before she appeared to inwardly fight and lose all battles before she turned back to him and agreed to a drink – almost reminiscent of every battle Archibald had ever lost to one of his siblings ever. It was weird being on the other end of it, in a way. Archie might have paused about half a second just to make sure she wasn’t really gonna take it back and retaliate with the punch before he finally reacted; “Great! You’re buying, right?” As the corners of his mouth quirked up in a slow, small smirk in the tell-tale sign of his ‘I’m just fucking with you’ face (all of the Payne’s had one), Archie cocked his head before side-stepping out of her way once more. “You lead, I’ll follow,” he paced beside her, only occasionally dancing around puddles in the sidewalk from the day-long rain. “You know a place around here, right?” Archie hesitated at a flash of lightning followed shortly by a large crack of thunder.

[jamie-bennet]

Jamie bit back a smile as she noticed the mans confused expression - clearly he was expecting her to have opted for the punch route and honestly, the brunette had seriously considered it. Sadly, in the end she realized that a drink or three didn't sound too bad, in fact, it was what she needed regardless of who the offer was coming from. Yeah, it had been that type of day. Again.

And maybe Jamie was slowly (kind of) starting to warm up to Archibald Payne and his unusual/half assed conversation attempts.

She stared at him with a genuine 'are you shitting me?' look at his question. Honestly, Jamie wouldn't have been surprised if she ended up paying given the fact that Archie had probably just spent what was his weekly salary at the cafe. Being homeless had to be rough, especially with a "baby" to look after. "There's a place just a couple blocks from here. It only plays reruns of old baseball games and weird 80's hits," she explained, raising her voice a little to speak over the rain. Jamie then led them in the direction she had already been heading. At the loud crack of thunder she took it upon herself to pick up their pace a little. People must have thought they were crazy for walking around in this weather.

Honestly, they weren't wrong.

In less than two minutes they reached the bar. Jamie pulled her hood down and unzipped her purple sweater which was now soaking yet. As expected, especially in this weather, the bar was empty aside from the one bartender, the bouncer who was snoring slightly on a stool by the door, a couple seated in a booth and (another) homeless looking man sitting at the end of the bar. "Normally it's not this lively," she explained to him, looking rather content as she wandered over to the bar and took a seat on one of the booths, placing her sweater on one of the seats beside her. "A Heineken for me," she told the bartender, giving Archie the chance to order for himself.

"Are you sure you got this? Because I'll be honest, I won't advising trying to dine and dash here. Not with Jake on duty," she joked, a small grin on her face as motioned to the sleeping bouncer.

[odairannies]

MAKE ME CHOOSE

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[jamie-bennet]

Coffee for the Homeless| Archie & Jamie

[jamie-bennet]

His laugh merely encouraged her to do the same - along with his sad attempt to dodge the scone. “Stop laughing!” she told him, unable to keep the smile from her face. Of course it was the wrong thing to say since Archie only proceeded to laugh even harder. Jamie flashed an apologetic smile to the guy sitting behind Archie who was now glaring at them.

Honestly, this was supposed to be a place of peace.

“If she’s really your kid,” she corrected him, flashing him a small smirk of her own. Archibald Payne may not have really been homeless, but Jamie still had her doubts about Mia really being his kid. She had to be a niece or something because…well, she may not have known him very long but who in their right mind would allow this man-child to take care of a kid? The brunette merely rolled her eyes at his comment, refusing to comment on the matter. He did have a nice face…sort of.

Jamie was almost relieved (and deep down slightly disappointed although she’d never admit it) when he stood up and reached for his wallet. Finally she could get back to work. It was then that the shit eating grin finally faded from Archie’s face as he looked through his wallet before looking down at her - if Jamie didn’t know any better, she’d say that was panic in his eyes…and for good reason. “You’re kidding me,” was all she was able to muster at the time.

“You don’t even have five bucks on you and you’re expecting me to believe that you have a car?” she asked, the disbelief evident in her tone and on her face as she eyes the man suspiciously. How was this happening again? Better yet, how had she not seen this coming? Honestly, Jamie did her best not to judge others but Archie Payne was just something else. In the amount of time she’d known him he’d managed to prove that he was, in short, an idiot. How could she not believe he was homeless? How was she expected to believe he had a child when he couldn’t even afford coffee?

Before she could say another word he was suddenly shoving the cap into her hands while backing towards the door. “Seriously-” she began, but by then Archie had darted out into the rain and out of sight. Jamie sat there for a few seconds trying to wrap her head around this. She glanced at the untouched coffee and empty plate before looking at the cap in her hands. “Ass,” she muttered to herself, before standing up and cleaning the table.

The day went on, the rain continued and students wandered in and out but there was still no sign of Archie; honestly, Jamie wasn’t exactly surprised when he didn’t show up. She tried not to linger in annoyance but she couldn’t help it - it happened every time she passed the stupid Blue Jays cap sitting on the counter. She thought about accidentally tossing it in the garbage but chose against it for some reason.

And then he was back. Jamie hadn’t been counting on it but it made sense that Archie would show up five minutes before closing.

“Free coffee on Mondays only,” she pointed out, this time not bothering to hide the slight annoyance in her tone as she continued to clean the counter without sparing him another look - at least until he was standing on the other side of her. She paused momentarily before taking a twenty and charging him for his order and placing his change on the counter next to the other twenty. “I’m out, Jeremy!” she called over her shoulder while putting on her purple sweater, before making her way around the counter. She handed Archie his cap in a not so gentle manner before making her way out of the cafe.

She let out a sigh once she was outside, the rain almost refreshing against her skin - okay, maybe she was being a bit…harsh.

[archiepayne-blog]

Truthfully, Archie had been expecting things to go a lot worse – he was almost afraid of going in without his trusty hat in fear that she would result in throwing more than just scones at his pretty face. The shove was still, unfortunately, a pretty harsh 180 from the fact that not moments before he had, you know, ran out of the coffee shop without paying a dime, they had been actually getting along. His wince was delayed as his gaze shifted to Jeremy before he sighed and scooped his change and the extra bill and dropped it into the tip cup before turning and quickly striding after her. “Come on, Bennet,” Archie attempted to reason, slowing beside her as he walked along at her quick, grumpy pace, rain splattering against their faces. “I had to do a… thing…” (see: get thrown up on) “Which is obviously no excuse for the fact that I dined and dashed and have overall been very unorganized literally every single time I’ve come in – but I’m working on it.” And he was. Working on it. Well, trying to, anyway – which was the key word: trying. Playoffs and family and Mia and that fucking pig running around and literally leaving every other weekend for work and did he mention family was hard enough to juggle on the offseason. Usually Archie was pretty good at keeping balance of everything. He had a system and the moral compass of a shoestring that had gotten him this far without leaving him for dead – it was almost silly to put so much thought in the fact that a snarky waitress hated his guts and that he maybe actually cared a little bit about what she thought of him in the first place. Thinking about it would just make his head hurt; it was easier just to claim that his standards of himself were just so high that he needed to seek approval from his (favorite) waitress at his new usual coffee joint so she wouldn’t end up spitting in his drink someday – if she hadn’t already. Which he thought was a very reasonable excuse as to why he was still shuffling after her in the exact opposite of his toasty, dry vehicle in a rainstorm. His life was just starting to take a maddening series of twists and turns and he was just gonna have to learn to start riding it. Archie used those sweet hockey moves he had tucked away (the ones she still didn’t believe he ever had in the first place), quickly swooping in front of her. “I’m sorry,” he spoke finally. “I, um, think there’s a couple tickets left to the game on Saturday?” Archie offered up lamely. If not, he could always kick whats-their-faces out of their seats those unappreciative little…. “Oh – I know! You could personally search me and make sure I’m carrying cash before you even let me order. My wallet, I meant, search my wallet…” he clarified stupidly, already moving on before she could comment. “One free punch anywhere but the face and groin? Do you want a pet teacup pig? I’ve got a guy. Should I start looking for a new coffee place? Do you wanna go grab a drink?” In a perfect world, Archie might have shut up after apologizing, gotten into his car, drove to the nearest supermarket, grabbed a six pack and went home to watch infomercials until 4am just in case Mia woke up sometime in the night and decided to join him in watching the magic bullet make dip for nachos and margaritas. But instead, Archie had just accidentally gave her the option of either mugging him, punching him, taking away his pig which would surely be more grief than release considering Auggie would cry for months, or probably laughing in his face and leave him wondering why he hadn’t shut up after the apology. 

[jamie-bennet]

"No," the brunette found herself saying out loud to herself when she heard footsteps approaching her - that obviously wasn't enough to get her to stop, it anything, she picked up the pace a little. It wasn't a far walk home from the cafe, and as much as Jamie enjoyed being out in the rain her patience was starting to pretty thing. Again, she knew she was probably being a bit harsh, after all Archie had come back to pay...she knew it was more than that. Work was boring, she was behind on her schoolwork which was quickly piling up, Joslyn was being...well, Joslyn and she was exhausted from her training, even if it wasn't anything too rigorous. On top of that, Archibald Payne was managing to somehow work his way under her skin.

Yeah, it had to be the beard. Otherwise Jamie would've thrown something worse than a scone at his face.

For a moment she didn't reply, instead continued on without so much as glancing at him as he spoke. "Seriously, you don't have to explain," she finally replied, showing more interest in the puddle she just stepped over than Archie. He really didn't have to explain but Jamie found curiosity growing anyway. Maybe he was one of those athletes who blew all their money on gambling and drinking...or maybe he had a family/friend emergency...or maybe he was just fucking homeless and didn't have a cent to his name.

Jamie came to a quick halt, nearly crashing into the man when he suddenly appeared in front of her. She blinked at his offer. He was offering her tickets, playoff tickets, to compensate for his forgetfulness? She was almost amused - especially considering Jamie knew absolutely nothing about hockey. She opened her mouth to reply but Archie beat her to the punch again, offering up a number of other solutions, from frisking to a free punch to the face. "Seriously, Payne, you don't have too - a teacup pig?" she paused, clearly thrown off, "how did...you know what, save that story for another time."

It was definitely the lack of sleep getting to her, it had to be because Jamie found herself almost feeling bad for Archie. Not only was he trying hard to buy her forgiveness but he'd followed her out in the rain - which was sure as hell an actual storm at this point. She was going to regret this, wasn't she? Her mind was telling her to just take up his offer on the free punch but...Jamie sighed. She looked up at the sky momentarily as if wondering why before looking back at Archie. "You know what...a drink or two doesn't sound too bad right about now."

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