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      ❝ That would be lying then… ❞

     “Do I even want to know what       the meeting is about? I’ve        already turned in all my research       for this week.”

Owen glanced down at one of the babies that had spent the last minute persistently ramming her head against his leg to get his attention. They were cute, but he was beginning to feel like a sandbag. With a chuckle he stepped aside.

    “Here.” Jo passes a few of the citrus fruit to him.      “Peel them up and distribute. They won’t leave us alone      until they get what they want.” 

name :  jocelyn 'jo’ tyler age :  26 height :  5′10 eye color :  brown  hair color :  brown sexual orientation :  bisexual  species :  human allergies :  pollen, bees fears :  drowning, spiders relationship status :  single [in all verses as of right now] 

                                          “How about some lunch? Margaritas?”

Margaritas were never her favorite until she came here,  and now it’s like she can’t escape the temptation. On top of that, drinks with Geoff were always the best because they could just let loose around each other without any hesitation or worry about being judged. Their time, their rules, and nobody had to drive due to  walking distance of employee housing if they did get tipsy.  “Split the tab with me? Unless you want to stay sober.” 

“So what you’re trying to say is that, you’re happy I’m back?  I mean, you can lie about the caffeine thing - but I honestly think you missed my ass just a little bit.  Don’t pretend you couldn’t take your eyes off me when I left you here all by your lonesome.”

“The only satisfaction I got from your little visit was watching you leave. So yes; I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” As annoying as he is, she does find him somewhat amusing. All that ego was unbelievable and Jo wonders if he’s ever actually taken the time to stop and listen to himself talk. Really listen to the bullshit that’s coming from his lips.  Slight shake of her head with a smile on her lips, she glances up.  Riloh looks ridiculous sprawled out, suggestive and resembling a pinup from a retro magazine spread. Jo taps her pen on the desk while studying him, trying to think of an appropriate response to that.  Why her, of all the people he could bug on this island? There were plenty of other women that would bask in the attention, catch his eye.  “What brought you back here? There are a lot of leggy, blonde, young things walking around in the form of our seasonal workers. I’m sure they’re much more interesting than me.”

                                          “So, just come down here to see her?”

“I missed you. Thought I could kill two birds with one stone by meeting her and getting to see you, maybe catch up?” She feels like a terrible friend and wants to make it up to him, even if Geoff doesn’t seem upset with her. You never could know with people, what they might be hiding deep down, only pretending to be happy on the outside.  There’s an overwhelming urge to hug him, but she needs to be an adult about things for once.  “If you have the time. I don’t want to bother you.” 

       ❝ Yeah eating that would be bad. Uh you            have a meeting in half an hour by the way. ❞

     “... Please tell me it’s not        with Ms. Dearing.” 

It’s simple, delivered with a smile, and ended with a hand coming to Jo’s back, leading her away from the glass and back toward the entrance/exit. 

“Wow.” Geoff leads her away to the entrance, and Jo has difficulty on the stairs, legs still wobbly from adrenaline. Holding onto the  handrail, she looks up at him.  “Just, wow.” 

                ❝It’s not about being fearless,                                   it’s about acting in spite of fear.❞

He clicks said flashlight on and off a couple times, just to demonstrate his prowess.

The flashlight for ehmphasis is too much for her, and Jo nearly chokes on her tea at the unintentional innuendo. Wiping at the back of her mouth with her sleeve, she glares up at Riloh as he fiddles with her lanyard. It’s a terrible picture, and she has no idea why he’s fussing over her eyes of all things; her smile was crooked, hair static from the  humidity –  “What were you expecting? A bikini photoshoot?” With a snort, Jo pushes herself across the room – ah, the advantages of a rolling chair – to retrieve a flash drive. They always keep spares for their research, and hers is decorated with tiny parasaurolophus stickers from the  gift shop.  “I’m making the exception because there’s no more  coffee left, and I’m desperate.” Jo motions to the empty coffee pot and kicks herself back to her workspace, tucking her legs up as she sails back to him. She chooses to ignore the comments about her work accordingly. If he doesn’t understand then she’s not going to explain.