Jamie slowly followed Jim with her eyes, throwing a soft chuckle in response as he spoke. She never thought that boys his age could act so .. surprisingly sophisticated. Usually all she witnessed from them was an endless amount of lame jokes and remarkably poor behavior, that she could not help but roll her eyes to. Jim on the other hand, sounded immensely contrasting from the usual teenager. The more he spoke - the more curious she grew about him. ‘There were exceptions after all,’ she thought to herself, elegantly placing her hand over his, as he helped her gradually arise from her seat.
"Oh don’t worry about it - I am not at all picky," she smiled faintly shaking her blonde curls, "I’m used to ‘borrowing’ Mother’s scotch," she explained, "mind her - she drains the bottle as if there were diamonds on the bottom of it." she joked, sighing and allowing her eyes to wander around the room.
"That behaviour sounds oddly familiar, yes" he replied, shaking his head slightly and leading the way to his father’s cabinet, keeping her hand in his for as long as she allowed it. Jim walked slowly, letting Jamie look around as much as she wanted, since the library was also the teen’s favourite room anyway. He felt comfortable in there. Safe.
Jim remained silent for a little while, focusing his attention on the softness of her hand and on how the energy in the room shifted every time she spoke. It occurred to him that behind all that politeness and elegance there was something else. Something intense and raw and pretty much explosive. Jamie seemed strong, and Jim thought for a fleeting moment that it might be interesting to do something stupid just to see how she was when she got angry. The truth was, though, that he didn’t want to ruin the -so far- good chemistry between them, so he decided against being a twat. He surely would get a chance to see other sides of Jamie, right?
Once they arrived to the liquor cabinet Jim turned to the girl and gave her a mischievous grin before opening it with the small key he kept in his pocket, stepping aside so that she would get a better view. There were several types of whiskey, absinthe, vintage russian vodka, brandy, special editions of rum. Everything expensive and unique, of course. “See something you like, milady?” Jim purred playfully, leaning against the furniture and fixing his eyes on her once more.