How sturdy's that couch? [ the deeply private darkness of her humour slashes a sliver a grin into the edges of her mouth and she swirls her mug very carefully. it can't be expensive, she's certain of that, so she won't feel guilty about not paying to replace it in the extremely probable case that she breaks it. her dreams are going to be vivid as fuck with Frank's presence fully refreshed in her mind and haloed in an alcohol haze. coffee is her last chance to get out of sleeping. aware it will fail her, she tries to get as much down as possible, gulping twice.
Jess can tell immediately that she's made a mistake and scrambles to her feet, using the wall as support. she waves vaguely in Frank's direction to assuage his doubtless concern, hears her boot knock over the O'Harren's, keeps rushing until the bathroom door clatters closed behind her and she's retching into the toilet. mostly. into the toilet. ]
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Jess can tell immediately that she's made a mistake and scrambles to her feet, using the wall as support. she waves vaguely in Frank's direction to assuage his doubtless concern, hears her boot knock over the O'Harren's, keeps rushing until the bathroom door clatters closed behind her and she's retching into the toilet. mostly. into the toilet. ]