𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍

“Yeah, but at what cost?”

She softly laughs, shaking her head. “Yeah, I figured you’d say something like that. It was one night.”

“Thank you.” She says before taking a sip. “It was Halloween. What else was I going to do?”

Whoop! She doesn’t have to get up. Lay here she will.

Die she may. Water she needs is too far from the couch. Hide under blanket she will.

She’s concerned she’s going to pull a Yoda and die and then just disappear. Not fun.

Cue her throwing it down like a shot.

. . . what is THAT?

Bring it on!

Why not both?

Oh yes. She refuses to move from the couch.

vamos. bed, blankets, now.

somewhat peaceful?! please. I do not have the energy to torment you after how much I drank last night.

good. want to go lay in bed and be lazy with me?

"I've dealt with worse; this isn't anything new, unfortunately." Jessica leaned over, patting the foot of the bed with her hand. "Well, come sit, and I'll tell you all about my sorrows. I'm sure you're just so interested."

yeah, yeah, whatever. you staying or not?

because I said so.

you are so annoying.