Jemaine found himself at a bar with Dave later that night. He sipped on his nice big beer, and checked out the ladies in the room. There were quite a lot of good looking ladies out tonight, but they all seemed to be drifting towards Dave. Jemaine was unfettered buy this though; he was used to girls flirting with Bret more than himself. So, he decided to take matters into his own hands and go dance behind a cute red-headed girl. She seemed to be into Jemaine dancing with her, and after a while she followed him to the bar, where he ordered her a beer.
"What's your name?" she asked in a bubbly voice.
"Jemaine," he answered, quite glad that Dave didn't have any red-head in his group of girls that he was talking to "what is your name?"
"Bree," she answered with a smile "You have a weird accent, are you from someplace exotic?"
"Only if you think New Zealand is exotic," Jemaine chuckled to himself.
Bree pursed her lips in confusion, "Isn't that where hobbits live? Why would you say you live in a fictional place?"
"No, that's just where it was filmed, hobbits don't really live there," Jemaine quickly said, hoping Bree wouldn't leave because she thought he was lying.
"Oh well, I failed Geometry anyways,"
"What does math have to do about this?"
"No, no, the map stuff,"
"Oh, you mean Geography,"
"No, I think I said Geometry," Bree narrowed her eyes in annoyance.
"You have pretty hair," Jemaine said in a hurry.
Bree's face softened and she smiled widely, "Thank you," she said "I like your sideburns,"
Jemaine subconsciously felt his sideburns. "So, what are you doing out here tonight?" he asked her.
"Oh well, I finished my final paper for school so I came out to celebrate, what about you?" she flipped her hair quite a lot, Jemaine was beginning to notice, now that he had complimented her hair.
"My friend Dave and I are trying to pick up chicks," Jemaine said matter-of-factly.
"Normally, Jemaine, to be honest, I would be offended by such a statement, but it has been a long semester, so if you are looking for a one night stand I am down," Bree answered after a second of thought.
"Ah, good, yes, pound that pussy," Jemaine muttered nervously, he hadn't thought picking up chicks would be this easy, even though he was quite the ladies man.
Bree laughed at Jemaine's muttering, not really understanding most of what he said. "You're cute, want to get out of here now?"
"Uh, hold on," Jemaine said as he ran over to Dave.
"And then I was like, 'Look bitch, I don't care if you have some sort of fetish you aren't getting near my knees,' and of course she-" Dave talked casually to a group of girls that seemed enthralled by every word Dave was saying.
"DAVE!" Jemaine yelled, interrupting Dave's story. He hadn't meant to yell but he was in a hurry to get Bree back to Dave's house.
"What, Jemaine, can't you see I'm busy?" Dave said annoyed as he gestured towards the group of girls around him.
"Sorry, but can we get out of here?" Jemaine said hurriedly, glancing back to make sure Bree hadn't disappeared or something.
"Come on, give it a little longer, the ladies will start to notice you soon," Dave patted Jemaine on the shoulder.
"No, Dave, I FOUND a girl, and she wants to go!" Jemaine glanced towards Bree again.
"Oooh, well, then I'm ready, Ladies?" he said as he offered two elbows, the girls pushed each other and finally two girls had claimed Dave's elbows while the rest looked like they were ready to follow Dave, wherever he went.
Jemaine quickly went back to Bree and they left bar together, following Dave back to his house.
