[ That confident smile she's fixed on him while leaning in closer and closer only serves to disarm Jesse even more. Is she trying to hook up with him? Does it matter? Because while hooking up with somebody else isn't exactly what he had in mind not more than five minutes ago, it's in the forefront of his mind now. And why not? The only other distraction from everything that's as intoxicating as sex is meth, and who is Jesse to deny distractions like that? His eyes drift down to her mouth and he runs his tongue along the bottom on his lip in what might seem like anticipation--

And then he's suddenly grappling with her, hands dashing up to clutch at her shoulders as she staggers into him. ]

Hey, hey. Whoa. [ He gets a hold of her, manages to steady her. Any interest he might have in letting this random encounter go further is overshadowed with the reality check that she is drunk. Far drunker than him. ]

Look, c'mon, sit down. Sit down. [ Directing her to take a seat on the steps behind her. ] You're crazy drunk, you realise that? You also don't say much for a drunk, either.

[ Or anything, for that matter. He realises, belatedly, that he hasn't actually heard her utter a word. Weird for a raging drunk person. ]