[ it's less effort to crawl in that it is to stand up. she has a bottle in her hand, which she places outside the tent first, then picks up again once she's inside. the whiskey was packed without any rationed out to share with him; that shouldn't surprise him. Jess unscrews the top as she brings her knees up too, looping her arms loosely around them. otherwise, sooner or later she'll lean back like an idiot and knock the whole thing down. she tips her head up as she swallows two shots' worth. preparation for a quiet sleep. ]
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