Jess lent forward to finish applying her eyeliner perfectly in the mirror. It felt like it had been so long since she'd dolled herself up for a night out on the town with the girls. She was both excited and sad at the same time. Her emotions were all over the place and all she really wanted to do was find a bar, drink until she couldn't see straight and dance the night away.

And she knew, of course, with Carol there - boys would be involved somehow. She just hoped that now Darcy had Johnny things wouldn't get too out of control.

Fuck it she thought, sitting back to adjust the sweetheart neckline of the barely there dress she'd picked. If there's a guy, there's a guy. Clint can go to hell.

She smirked and blotted her lips, turning to look at her two room mates getting ready around the room.

Jess had had enough. She'd spent the last weeks of her life dropping hints, preening, practically throwing herself at one insufferable man in front of her and he'd ignored all of it. Or was it that he was too daft to really notice? Either way, she was pissed and irritated and not in the mood to play nice at the gym.

She stood in front of him, stretching her arms out. Sparring, they'd suggested. Get you out of your room, he said. Well that man was about to have his arse kicked.

How could he be so damn flipping blind!