Jordan mashed the buttons on his controller, a determined look on his face as he stared—no, as he glared at the TV screen, but damnit, he wasn't losing. Not again. Not to Maya, but damnit, when did she get so good at video games?!

He cursed. He growled. He made threats. He was about to throw the stupid control through the stupid screen and wouldn't that show her?

But, she—she just laughed at him before taunting him. "That all you got?" she teased, and he suddenly wanted to throw her through the television set, but Jordan didn't think she'd appreciate that all too much, so he settled for throwing a pillow at her instead. As it turned out, she didn't appreciate that very much either. It was pretty obvious when Maya threw herself at him.

Play fighting quickly escalated into something else, something a hell of a lot more entertaining than getting his ass handed to him while playing a video game. He'd much rather be playing with Maya anyway, but maybe the living room hadn't been the best venue for such an event.

"What's with all the noise?"

Jordan froze and Maya cursed, blindly groping around the floor for something to cover herself with because they weren't exactly sure where they had thrown her shirt, but really, that was the least of their worries. He shoved a pillow at her—the pillow, the very same one he had thrown at her—and sat up, frowning upon seeing Jace standing in his living room. Jordan was fairly sure he hadn't been there, in his apartment, the night before.

But, once again, that was the least of his worries as he took in the other teenager's very unkempt appearance—his sleepy (borderline exhausted) expression, his terminally fucked up hair and, lastly, the bright red, surely freshly made bruise on the side of his neck that was barely hid by…

…Simon's MUSE tee-shirt.

It all screamed, in bright red letters, mischief and the first thought to skid through his mind after piecing this together was: 'Simon, you dog!'

Then Maya shifted under him and, damnit, he was still primed and raring to go from iplaytime/i and, really, he couldn't be blamed for the sound he made when she did that damned thing she does with her hips, though she doesn't know that she's doing it and, "Damnit, woman, will you stop moving?" Jordan growled, looking down at her with wide eyes before she punched him, right in the stomach.

Jace blinked, snorted and then the fucker winked before continuing through the living room. "Don't mind me," he said with a wave and a laugh before he disappeared into the bathroom and, well, Jordan really, really didn't pay him any mind after that because Maya was still doing that thing with her hips and, damnit, he finally realized she knew exactly what she was doing and she deserved to be punished for it and that was exactly what he was going to do.