[Eamon's apartment] Just one of the boys [Eamon]

It had been a while since Jane and Eamon had been able to hang out, just the two of them. His girlfriend, Poppy, was a bit of a jealous harpy. That was gingers for you, though. Tempers! Then again, they had had that little incident at the grocery store, when he and Pops had first started seeing each other... That kiss hadn't meant a thing, though. And she was currently dating Eamon's cousin, Padraig. However, his work had been keeping him busy. Their schedules just didn't seem to sync up correctly, lately. Quidditch was something that required a lot of attention, if one wanted to be successful, so she understood. After all, she did want him to be successful. She, herself, had played for her house team in her final schoolyear, and had been quite good at it. She wanted to be supportive.

So, she was keeping herself busy, even on her off nights. Jane wasn't one of those girls who sat around and moped and whined about missing their boyfriends. Girls like that made her a bit ill, to be honest. Her mother had been good for that sort of thing, when she was growing up. Some loser would run out on her, and Amy would gorge herself for days on cookie dough and chocolate ice cream. Then, she'd move on to the next abusive, narcissistic, alcoholic junkie and the process would start all over again. She had really thought that things between Nick and Amy would be different. After all, Nick had been so good to her... as messed up as that sounded. Part of her wondered if Nick had only stayed for as long as he did in hopes that Jane would take him back. She frowned. That sounded a bit egotistical, and she didn't dare say it out loud. After all, he and her mother had a child now. Her little brother, Cris. She'd have to remember to stop in and visit with them, the next night. And to stop at the toy store beforehand.

Tonight, however, the plan was to drink beer and listen in on the Quidditch game over the Wireless. She wasn't sure who was playing, yet, but she didn't think that it was the Kestrels. It'd be nice if it were, though. It'd be nice just to know what Padraig was doing. Merlin, she was getting soft. Shaking her head, she gripped her leather jacket with one hand and wrapped it more tightly around her as she walked. The other held her cigarette, which she was puffing away at. She had apparated a block or so away from Eamon's flat as to be sure that she'd be done with it before she arrived, and thus wouldn't have to listen to him bitch about her polluting his delicate little lungs. Besides that, she enjoyed the scenery. There was just something about London at night. Honestly, she couldn't imagine living anywhere else. This city was her home.

Exhaling, Jane watched as the smoke left her lips and swirled in the night air. Honestly, she didn't know why Eamon made such a big deal of her habit. It wasn't as if she hadn't been smoking since they'd met. She obviously wasn't going to change. Sure, she knew that it could kill her, but... well, the idea seemed a bit far-fetched. After all, she and Eamon both were about to be involved in a very dangerous profession. If smoking didn't kill her, it was possible that some Dark Wizard might. Which brought her thoughts to Darren...

Frowning, the blonde dropped her cigarette onto the pavement before stomping it out. Eamon wouldn't be happy with her if he knew that she was protecting a Dark Wizard, even if it was her very best friend. She couldn't ever let him find out. Not ever. So, she'd just have to suck it up. She'd have to make herself have a good time, tonight. After all, she deserved it.

Walking up to his door, the frown left her face as she knocked. "Oi! Hurry it up, Doyle! Open up!"

What? Whoever Eamon's little friend was, she was probably amused at the bewildered expression on Jane's face as the other blonde exited the apartment. Staring after for just a moment, the auror-in-training quickly made her way into the building before shutting the door behind her.

"And who the f*ck was that?" If Jane had really been one to think before she spoke, she would have realized that she probably sounded more like a jealous girlfriend than an irritated friend. But, she had been feeling so guilty about Eamon and Poppy's break up! And here he was with random bimbos leaving his apartment?! And he had been letting her feel like it was at least partially her fault. Well, actually, if she thought about it, she would remember that he had tried to convince her that it wasn't her fault at all. But ohhh, as far as she was concerned, he owed her. She had been feeling like absolute shit, and he pulled this? Really? Sometimes, she honestly questioned her choices in best friends. Darren and Eamon. It really was a wonder that they hadn't hit it off, in school. They were both bloody infuriating.

However, she was not going to let him get under her skin. He loved getting her riled up. Apparently, it was a popular opinion that she was 'cute' when she was angry. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. "Hanging in there, I suppose. Been feeling like shit about you and Poppy, but I'm glad to see that you got over that." He would catch the sarcasm, but she didn't care. "Do you have any more whiskey? Or is that your only bottle?"

Jane watched as he sat down and put his feet on the table. Was he raised in a barn? Regardless, she slipped her bag off of her shoulder and dropped it to the floor before slipping out of her leather jacket. She had packed a hoodie in her bag, [it was one of those magical ones that let you put all sorts of things in there --- very handy!] but it hadn't been as cold tonight as the muggle weatherman had made it out to be. Dropping her jacket onto her bag, she couldn't help but notice that Eamon was... checking her out?

"My eyes are up here, mate." Maybe she could go a little easy on him, due to the fact that he had obviously started drinking without her, but she was currently dating his cousin. He could show a little respect.
Sighing, Jane moved to sit next to him regardless. Merlin, he really was drunk. It was a little funny. She couldn't help but smirk and laugh just a little when he repeated his question about her well-being, but she took the glass in his hand all the same. "Fantastic." She lied. "Yourself?" She took a drink out of the glass.

She could tell, already, she was in for one hell of a night. "So, who's playing?"

Men. Are. Disgusting. Eamon was most definitely included in this, and Jane couldn't help but to roll her eyes at him. "I honestly don't know who's worse out of you and Darren. You two should be best friends." Neither of them made any sense at all. He was supposed to be so heartbroken about Poppy, and yet he was out shagging anything that moved? On what planet did that make sense? In what universe? Honestly!?

"Well, then could you kindly not stare at my tits? Thanks." Ugh. "You might be drunk, but I, sir, am not. And don't call me love. You know I hate that." Was he trying to piss her off? Because it was working. Why did he even bother asking her to come over? Seriously? Sitting here and being part of his little pity party was not her idea of a good time. Then again, as his best friend, or so he claimed, she supposed that she ought to stick it out for a least a while and listen to his pathetic moping about that scarlet-haired skank. Why did he even care that they broke up? The girl was absolutely no good for him. He could do so much better. Seriously. It was ridiculous.

"Well, excuse the hell out of me." Now he was really starting to piss her off. "Seriously, if this is how you're going to act, then you can spend the rest of the evening by yourself. Don't get f*cking snippy with me." She had better things to do than sit around and get snapped at by someone who was supposed to be her friend. It wasn't like he was the only one going through a thing or two. When did he turn into such a prick?

Oh, right. He always had been sort of a prick, hadn't he? This whole thing was his fault, anyway. And she had been feeling SO bad. He had kissed her. Sure, she had kissed him back. But, that was only to go along with his little act. She had never wanted to kiss him, and she had never asked him for a kiss. Even in seventh year, how many times had it been that he had tried? Three? Four? Something like that, anyway. This was NOT her fault. And he was not about to sit there and treat her like garbage. Nobody treated Jane Lennon like that. Nobody.

Then again, maybe she could go a little easier on him...? He was so drunk that he couldn't even read the bottom of the TV. And he couldn't even remember that they were supposed to be listening to Quidditch... What was this? Football? Sighing, Jane simply rolled her eyes at what he probably thought was a very charming smile. "I thought we were going to listen to the Quidditch game? Over the wireless? Remember?" Grabbing his remote, the blonde turned off the telly before getting up to switch on his radio.

Leaning over a little to see which station she had turned the dials to, she eventually found the sports station. There. That's better. "Sounds like the Harpies are playing Puddlemere United. I hope the Harpies win."