It's just a gaming place for us to hang out. But there's a spot just for us teens to lounge around and do a whole lotta nothin'.

(her words do tend to reach her ears and gives chrissy another look over. there's something about the way she formed her sentences just now that spark a devious smirk; exposing a little of her teeth. to anyone else, surely she meant for now just following along until one get their bearings down. but for jinx, she is taking what she said an entirely different direction.

she starts to think then. her father is(was?) a drug crime lord and along with her working for her father, he had a group. a group the followed his orders blindly, to do actions that needed to be done -- whether to hurt or kill. and now pondering, that is something jinx is lacking here. someone who will follow her lead and do as they are told. could chrissy be someone like that? most likely not but... it's still nice to fantasize over it. or perhaps, there's a way to make that fantasy to become a reality.)

(the elevator makes it to them and opens, jinx goes in first with a quiet hum and presses the number five. chrissy better hurry on in or she'll get left behind out there.)