[ Well, hello. What do we have here. A cigarette dangling from his lips that he's about to light, empty glass of wine in one hand, Jesse quickly pulls the cigarette away, all attention instantly narrowing down onto her with a quick up and down appraisal of her body. His eyes, slightly unfocused from all the booze, light up with instant interest. ]

Speaking my language, yo. Absolutely can't be empty-handed at a party. [ Setting the empty glass down so he can reach for the one she's offering him, he moves in closer, all boyishly charming smiles. ] Being empty-handed at a party is, like, totally breaking the first law of partying.