A little snooping....

The shower's still running, and your chest is tight with fear as you bring up the text conversation. You scroll all the way to the top of the conversation first.

"??": Hey. Jill gave me your number. This is Jason, from last night. She's out at Bond with us, and some guys are coming on to Hannah pretty strong. she thinks you should come keep an eye on her. I'd pull her out, but she won't listen to me, i'm just a dude.

Jenna: thx for lettin me know...I'll be there in 20 minutes. try to keep her for doing anything too stupid.

Jenna: keep her from*

it had been 11:00 PM, two Thursdays ago. Jenna had gone to Vegas for her cousin, Hannah's, bachelorette weekend. Jenna had not really wanted to go: Hannah was 33, trying to feel young by having a Vegas weekend, and all her bridesmaids and friends were younger, which had made Jenna feel like the "mom." But she had come back gushing about how much fun they had had on the trip.

a few minutes later...
Jenna: curious. Why didn't Jill text me herself.

Jason: dropped her phone in the toilet. can't text, but she could still pull up her contacts for some reason.

Jenna: Oh Ok.

You feel a shiver. Why would some random guy from two weeks ago in Vegas be texting Jenna today? With shaking fingers, you keep scrolling.

12:30 AM Friday
Jason: Hey where'd you disappear to? You're a great dancer, btw.

Jenna: Yz, was gttin a little 2 reel in there. I had to get some air.

Jason: Well I hope i didn't do anything to make you freak out. It's good music, good drinks you know? What happens in Vegas... etc etc

Jenna: No..yur fine. Really fine actually, lol. That's why I had 2 bnce. I'm sitting on the hood of Hannah's limo.

Jenna: It's beautiful out here. Not too hot.

Jason: can I come hang with yu? I'm starting to get a little dizzy from the noise and booze in here, too. Bsides, u shouldn't b out in the parking lot by yourself. Not safe.

A couple of minutes later...

12:41 AM
Jenna: Ya np. I'll be the girl n the hood of the limo like that Whitesnake video.

Jason: I don't know what that means, but ok.

Jenna: Fuck, yourrr young.

Your blood is starting to boil, but so far, there's still nothing to suggest anything inappropriate. If Jenna had cut loose and danced with some guys in Vegas, that wasn't a problem! But what really has you concerned is Hannah. Jenna's cousin had never liked you. She thinks you ruined Jenna's life by knocking her up in high school, and ended her dreams of becoming a professional dancer. She was always making snarky comments about the life Jenna should have had. With booze and pheromones flying around, had Hannah been trying to sway Jenna towards some...alternatives?