[ Jess takes out one clean mug for herself and then roots around for any liquor she might have lying around in a drawer or cupboard. she checks the fridge as well but no dice. the kitchen is typically the last place her alcohol can be found so it's no surprise. she has until the coffee finishes percolating to peek into the living room, so she stands there and watches it, still finding it simple to become entirely absorbed in one basic accomplishment.
she hears Frank scuff his way along the floor, giving her a heads up as he approaches. Did he sleep? it's the first question in her head to sound like one in hours and it reminds her how tired she is and that she could have filled these hours trying to think of a solution instead of fixating on herself as the problem. her stare stays glued to the dark water dripping into the carafe. ] Hi.
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she hears Frank scuff his way along the floor, giving her a heads up as he approaches. Did he sleep? it's the first question in her head to sound like one in hours and it reminds her how tired she is and that she could have filled these hours trying to think of a solution instead of fixating on herself as the problem. her stare stays glued to the dark water dripping into the carafe. ] Hi.