Free pizza wasn't on offer but Jess is here to check anyway. Watney's other get togethers revolved around food and if she's remembering correctly, he's part of the daily lunch effort she takes advantage of whenever she doesn't sleep through it. She arrives ten minutes before the meeting's set to start, hoping to sneak away with a coffee before the majority of attendees filter in. But there's no coffee, or scones or whatever bread-based equivalent to donuts that she knows from experience is typically at these things. Jess continues to hang around, leaning her shoulder blades to the wall and crossing her arms and lackadaisically observing person after person walk in not holding a casserole dish.
Maybe that's why there are so many so-called models around here. Nobody eats their feelings.
Disappointment ushering in the mildest of resentment, she sticks around til about 7:15PM to soak up the sadness in the room. Nothing puts her less in the mood for people than group therapy. Some people voice thoughts she's had about possibly being a clone and she almost envies how deeply shaken they are. Since she's lingering just to be an asshole, she peels away from the wall and quietly leaves before someone can call her on it. As she walks aimlessly through town, she passes by someone who reeks most delightfully and ducks into the building they wobbled out of. Fuck her sideways, is that a functioning bar she sees?
If the end is occupied, it's the seat she will be making her way to throughout the night as other 'patrons' come and go. Whatever she's nursing she will insist not go dry, as long as there's booze behind the counter and someone to pour it, and that someone could be her, if desperate times call for desperate measures. (They won't.)
[ to hash out CR with Jess ahead of time for this post or future events and plots, use my plot post! ]
Jessica Jones, OTA
Free pizza wasn't on offer but Jess is here to check anyway. Watney's other get togethers revolved around food and if she's remembering correctly, he's part of the daily lunch effort she takes advantage of whenever she doesn't sleep through it. She arrives ten minutes before the meeting's set to start, hoping to sneak away with a coffee before the majority of attendees filter in. But there's no coffee, or scones or whatever bread-based equivalent to donuts that she knows from experience is typically at these things. Jess continues to hang around, leaning her shoulder blades to the wall and crossing her arms and lackadaisically observing person after person walk in not holding a casserole dish.
Maybe that's why there are so many so-called models around here. Nobody eats their feelings.
Disappointment ushering in the mildest of resentment, she sticks around til about 7:15PM to soak up the sadness in the room. Nothing puts her less in the mood for people than group therapy. Some people voice thoughts she's had about possibly being a clone and she almost envies how deeply shaken they are. Since she's lingering just to be an asshole, she peels away from the wall and quietly leaves before someone can call her on it. As she walks aimlessly through town, she passes by someone who reeks most delightfully and ducks into the building they wobbled out of. Fuck her sideways, is that a functioning bar she sees?
If the end is occupied, it's the seat she will be making her way to throughout the night as other 'patrons' come and go. Whatever she's nursing she will insist not go dry, as long as there's booze behind the counter and someone to pour it, and that someone could be her, if desperate times call for desperate measures. (They won't.)
[ to hash out CR with Jess ahead of time for this post or future events and plots, use my plot post! ]