[ after that, Jess puts all her waking hours into work to best budget the bender she throws herself into in her off hours. it has nothing to do with him except that he may have postponed it for her by a day or two. she's reluctant to give him that much power. between binging, investigating, and avoiding conversation with Trish by any means necessary, she successfully forgets about Frank throughout her day, whatever odd and scattered hours it overtakes. at night, however, both men are there.
within a week, she's worn thin, but it's another several days before she snaps at her sister over the phone. it's hard to remember what it was she said that was over the line when she was scrambling for anything within reach. Trish threatened to come down and five minutes later Jess was already a block away from her building, headed away from Manhattan. all her pre-gaming convinces her that the dive bar by the diner is the place to haunt. three hours before last call, they're exorcising her from the grounds by force. she doesn't presently remember how she started that either but she's certain she did.
she pulls out her phone to check the time and immediately pockets it again without doing so, unnerved by the amount of notifications dominating the lock screen. she turns it off, too, and then ambles to the diner only to be refused service for coming in with an open bottle that followed her out of the bar and ended up in her hand. it's her only consolation considering she was sort of planning to sleep in one of the corner booths. her sister is no less stubborn than her and Jess won't put it past her to be staking the place out. if nothing else, she'll return first thing in the morning.
the fact that it's too cold to plant her ass on the sidewalk and nod off is all that prevents her from doing it. despite not knowing the hour, she's acutely aware that she's due for sleep in a couple hours at most, and only a few more hours after that, she will be seeing Frank anyway. she's sufficiently drunk not to wonder if Maria ever showed up shitwrecked with a bottle of O'Harren's she didn't plan on sharing. ]
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within a week, she's worn thin, but it's another several days before she snaps at her sister over the phone. it's hard to remember what it was she said that was over the line when she was scrambling for anything within reach. Trish threatened to come down and five minutes later Jess was already a block away from her building, headed away from Manhattan. all her pre-gaming convinces her that the dive bar by the diner is the place to haunt. three hours before last call, they're exorcising her from the grounds by force. she doesn't presently remember how she started that either but she's certain she did.
she pulls out her phone to check the time and immediately pockets it again without doing so, unnerved by the amount of notifications dominating the lock screen. she turns it off, too, and then ambles to the diner only to be refused service for coming in with an open bottle that followed her out of the bar and ended up in her hand. it's her only consolation considering she was sort of planning to sleep in one of the corner booths. her sister is no less stubborn than her and Jess won't put it past her to be staking the place out. if nothing else, she'll return first thing in the morning.
the fact that it's too cold to plant her ass on the sidewalk and nod off is all that prevents her from doing it. despite not knowing the hour, she's acutely aware that she's due for sleep in a couple hours at most, and only a few more hours after that, she will be seeing Frank anyway. she's sufficiently drunk not to wonder if Maria ever showed up shitwrecked with a bottle of O'Harren's she didn't plan on sharing. ]