Trini sighed as she sipped her wine cooler, and wondered why she'd agreed to attend the last party of the summer. She hated parties, loud music, and disliked a good third of the people here. She figured that because she didn't know at least one third, that accounted for her being ambivalent towards the majority. As a drunken idiot went crashing through a set of French doors, Trini headed outside; at least out there, the music would be quieter. The pool was crowded, but there was a clear area where the neighbors' trees cast shade over two chairs. Smiling, Trini claimed one, and pulled out the paperback she'd smuggled in her beach bag.
"Excuse me," a deep voice said, "do you mind if I sit here."
Trini looked up, and smiled, "I don't mind at all, Jason."
"How, Trini? Of all the places to run into you!" Jason said, settling into the other lounge chair.
"I know," Trini said, closing her book, "What are you doing here? How have you been?"
"I've been good," Jason said, "I'm here because my girlfriend dragged me here."
"Oh," Trini replied. "So, why are you in Massachusetts, anyway? I thought you'd be going to AGU."
"No," Jason said, "I just completed my undergraduate studies at Brown University, and I'm going to Harvard this semester. I'm studying law."
Trini chuckled, "I never pictured you as a lawyer."
"I know," Jason replied, "but it just, well, it feels right, you know? I want to be a prosecutor. What about you, what are you studying?"
"Well," Trini replied, "I'm going to Harvard for my medical degree. I still want to be a psychologist like my mom."
"You aren't the only heading towards a doctorate," Jason said, amused, "Have you spoken to Tommy lately?"
"No," Trini shook her head, "not since he broke up with Kat."
"Well, he's studying for a PhD in Paleontology."
"Paleontology? Are we talking about the same Tommy, as in Tommy Oliver, the race car driver?" Trini asked.
"I know," Jason replied.
"Clearly you are better informed than I am," Trini said, "tell me all your secrets, Mr. Lee Scott."
Jason leaned over as Trini slid her book back into her bag, eager to here all the latest in their old friends. Mentally, she promised herself to exchange e-mail addresses so that she could get back in touch with her friends.
"Jason Lee Scott!" A rich, Bostonian accent yelled.
"Uh oh," Jason said, turning, "That would be Aileen."
"As in, girlfriend Aileen, right?" Trini asked.
"More than likely, its ex-girlfriend," Jason said, standing up. He turned slightly to Trini, "Send me an e-mail, tyranno-red at Gmail, ok?"
"I'll send it when I get home," Trini promised.