[What's she gonna do? Freak out and make a scene? Jefferon's drunk, he's been through a lot of shit, there's memory loss stuff going on, and it was actually kinda hot. Plus, Jefferson's her friend. She doesn't want to scratch his eyes out or pull his hair. She wants to help him.
Kenzi pushes herself up off the table and manages to walk in a mostly straight line to grab Jefferson's other arm and put it over her shoulders. There. Now he has two people supporting his drunkenness. One is significantly shorter than the other, like slanted book ends.]
Sounds like a plan. We have like... sooooooo much room so just deal with it. Your motel is gross.
[She starts to snicker, staring at Rumlow,] You just wanna makeout with him more. I'm the only good intentions... person... even here right now! I'm the best one.
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Kenzi pushes herself up off the table and manages to walk in a mostly straight line to grab Jefferson's other arm and put it over her shoulders. There. Now he has two people supporting his drunkenness. One is significantly shorter than the other, like slanted book ends.]
Sounds like a plan. We have like... sooooooo much room so just deal with it. Your motel is gross.
[She starts to snicker, staring at Rumlow,] You just wanna makeout with him more. I'm the only good intentions... person... even here right now! I'm the best one.