After nursing his hangover with his sister's attitude and half of a beer, Jake ends up spending a good portion of the night not drinking, but just hanging out. So when he wanders outside to get some air, he's all smiles and none of the groggy hangover from before. Pushing both hands through his hair, the mess of dark wavy locks completely unruly at this point.

He's mid-finger comb when he notices that he's not along out on the patio of the bar. She looks familiar but he can't quite place it, but being the kind of guy he is, he just grabs a nearby chair and spins it around so that he can straddle the seat and rest his chin on his folded arms against the top of the chair's back.

"You know the party's inside, right?" Not at all picking up on those not-quite-21 vibes yet.