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[Angelina Valentino Templer]

River grinned sheepishly at what she said, he was obviously elated that she seemed to be enjoying herself; even if to many others they'd be terrified with so many bohemians and god knows how many druggies around. But hey, he respected a girl with some independence and courage, and obviously both of those defined who Jackie was and he was grateful. That's one of the things that probably made their friendship and flirtacions of sort even stronger. For some reason he was able to escape the boundaries in conversation that limited him with others, he could talk about nearly everything with Miss Emerson here.

He took out his guitar and propped himself up against the wall. "Remember where you first met me, when I was playing?" He asked softly. This was definitely where he usually played to the admiration of his fellow peers of some sorts aorund here and to some disgruntled approval from passerbys. It usually got him a few dollars at the maximum, though he was obviously going to have to get another job or two in the months to come.

[Jackie Emerson]

Jackie got herself comfortable by him, brushing back locks of stubborn brown hair that shaded her faces. As he started to play she smiled, relaxing a bit and feeling a whole lot less angry about her hair....well about everything. She cocked her head a bit to the side and looked up at him, "Of course I remember." She laughed lightly and then bit her lip, "Yeeeah, it as at Coney Island and you threw a rock at me." She was exaggerating of course, but everyone did to make a story sound better. She grinned, "How could I forget," Jackie fiddled with frayed knotted end of a string bracelet on her wrist. "That was the day I crossed off kiss in the rain on my To Do Before I Die List." Again she teased him, though it was something she'd happily accomplished that day. Oh, and she also got a good acquiescence...a friend even.

[River Boyd Ledger]

River observed her intently with curiosity, he wasn't reelly sure what intrigued him so much about her but he had a feeling that it was all to do with her very eccentric and outgoing sort of personality. Even if at first he had gotten the wrong type of vibes and impression of her, it had gradually developed into some sort of akward but friendship sort of deal. But it was nice. Seeing as they had already accomplished so many different things together. His first kiss, her first kiss on the beach - something that she had wanted to do. Yeah, it was pretty grand, and it looked to be quite an undyingly interesting sort of friendship - or whatever else it would turn or evolve into be he had not a clue.

"Mhm. I helped you accomplish that one, and I'm sure you appreciated me in that moment if not any other," he told her with a trace of modesty glowing and replacing the almost edgy little half smirk, smile he had going on. He brushed his arm lightly against the bare skin on her arm and lightly guided her down to his abandoned and illegally squatting residence where he often stayed.

[Jackie Emerson]

She smiled, always so intriqued by River's modesty and how polite he was. This was new. Jackie normally found herself meandering with groups of kids like herself who drank away their tact as well as please and thank yous. Her train of thought was derailed when she felt the warmth of his arm against hers and smiled lightly. Jackie was now accustomed to following him off without asking too many questions about where and why. I would assume this is called trust, or something like that.