Count Your Lucky Stars •CHAENNIE•

Chapter 14

Not a setup, her ass.

Jennie picked at the peeling paper label of her beer as Jimin stood and patted Taehyung on the shoulder. "I've got it." Jimin turned to Rosie and grinned. "What's your poison?"

Rosie tucked her hair behind her ear. "Oh, um, I'll just have a beer."

"Coming right up." Jimin winked and headed straight for the snack table. He tilted the case of beer on its side, reading the label, chuckling softly. He looked over his shoulder at the group, eyes narrowing. "Okay, who's the hophead here?"

The what?

Taehyung pointed at Jennie with his marshmallow skewer. "Jen brought the beer."

Jimin leaned back against the railing beside the table and crossed his ankles. He wagged his finger at Jennie, tutting softly. "Ah, you're the hophead. Should've guessed."

What was that supposed to mean? "It's beer. Nothing to get all Reefer Madness about, Officer."

Jimin threw his head back and laughed. "No, you misunderstand. It's IPA. Hops, therefore you're a hophead."

Short of being told she was wrong, there was little more that pissed her off than a line like that. You misunderstand. Maybe he wasn't clear. Jennie smiled through clenched teeth. "Huh. Clever."

"Now, I've got to ask." Jimin lifted a bottle from the case, holding it up to the moonlight as if that would do jack all. "Do you actually like IPAs, or is it just the first craft beer you tried and it stuck?"

Wait, did he just call her boring? Holy shit. Jennie opened her mouth-

"We're partnering with that brewery," Jisoo said with a smile. "Jennie and I. We're the voices behind Oh My Stars."

"Astrology, right?" Jimin snapped his fingers in recognition, nodding quickly. "You know, I'd be interested in seeing a demographic analysis studying the correlation between people who prefer popular varieties of craft beer and those who buy into modern-day Western astrology."

Buy into. Jennie's blood boiled. What a crock of condescending horseshit.

Jisoo's left eye twitched, and Taehyung gave a pre-emptive wince. Jennie took a deep breath. She would not rise to the bait, she would not rise to the bait, she would not rise to the bait no matter how much this dude was just asking to fuck around and find out.

"If only Jisoo and I weren't so busy," Jennie said, and from the corner of her eye, Taehyung's shoulders dropped in obvious relief that Jennie hadn't snapped back.

Look at that. Jennie smiled. Growth.

Jimin frowned. "I don't think it would be that difficult. Two sets of a data and a simple t-test would tell you everything you need to know." He crossed his arms. "You know, the t-test-well, actually, it's the Student's t-test-was named after William Sealy Gosset, under the pseudonym Student. And interesting fact-Gosset worked for Guinness. He developed the t-test to prevent rival breweries from discovering the statistics Guinness used for brewing their beer. Ergo, it would be rather apt to use the t-test when analyzing your own data around beer."

"Speaking of beer." Rosie smiled pointedly at the bottle in Jimin's hand.

"Right." He laughed and studied the bottle briefly before narrowing his eyes in obvious contemplation. "Are you partial to IPAs or would you be up for something a little different? A little less bitter, maybe?"

Jennie frowned.

Rosie shifted slightly, then shrugged. "I-"

"Would probably like something to drink sometime this century," Jennie muttered under her breath so only Jisoo could hear.