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capeandcowllogs2013-02-22 01:01 am
sweetvalleygirl) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-02-22 01:01 am
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So baby kiss me like a drug, like a respirator
WHO: Jessica and Jason
WHERE: Super Jail
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WARNINGS: N/A?
SUMMARY: Jessica visits Jason in super jail.
FORMAT: Quick.
[It's been a weird week for Jessica. Her life has settled into a strange, almost mundane routine full of chores and trying valiantly to balance the books for the bar that's now been left in her lap. It was all fun and games when Jason was around to pick up the pieces when she failed. Now it's up to her to make sure the bills are paid and the waitresses come in on time. She has to be hands on about this, and while it isn't difficult it isn't exactly what she'd had in mind when she'd pressured Jason into using his inheritance to purchase the bar. Running it herself makes Jessica feel not only like a real adult, but also like a boring adult. It's just not very glamorous.
In addition to the boring repetitiveness of work life, her home life has been pretty empty too. She's split her time pretty evenly between Laura's apartment and Jason's empty one. Part of her just can't bear to leave his place unoccupied while he's rotting away in prison, and part of her likes the privacy his apartment provides. But it's bittersweet. She's come to rely on him, to count on him stomping up the stairs, stuffing his face, collapsing on the couch beside her. Being there without him... it all just kind of sucks.
So she's visiting him now, sitting in the part of the jail reserved for guests and prisoners to meet at tables and socialize for thirty minutes. No touching allowed, no behavior that could be misconstrued as an attempt to aid in an escape. It's all very foreign to Jessica, and honestly very upsetting. She doesn't like the look of all the other prisoners in their hideous orange jumpsuits and shackles around their ankles. She doesn't want to imagine Jason looking like that.
But she swallows back any of the nervousness that might threaten to poke through, plastering on one of her most condescending smiles as she clutches a plastic grocery bag to her chest and waits for her boyfriend to walk through the door.]
WHERE: Super Jail
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WARNINGS: N/A?
SUMMARY: Jessica visits Jason in super jail.
FORMAT: Quick.
[It's been a weird week for Jessica. Her life has settled into a strange, almost mundane routine full of chores and trying valiantly to balance the books for the bar that's now been left in her lap. It was all fun and games when Jason was around to pick up the pieces when she failed. Now it's up to her to make sure the bills are paid and the waitresses come in on time. She has to be hands on about this, and while it isn't difficult it isn't exactly what she'd had in mind when she'd pressured Jason into using his inheritance to purchase the bar. Running it herself makes Jessica feel not only like a real adult, but also like a boring adult. It's just not very glamorous.
In addition to the boring repetitiveness of work life, her home life has been pretty empty too. She's split her time pretty evenly between Laura's apartment and Jason's empty one. Part of her just can't bear to leave his place unoccupied while he's rotting away in prison, and part of her likes the privacy his apartment provides. But it's bittersweet. She's come to rely on him, to count on him stomping up the stairs, stuffing his face, collapsing on the couch beside her. Being there without him... it all just kind of sucks.
So she's visiting him now, sitting in the part of the jail reserved for guests and prisoners to meet at tables and socialize for thirty minutes. No touching allowed, no behavior that could be misconstrued as an attempt to aid in an escape. It's all very foreign to Jessica, and honestly very upsetting. She doesn't like the look of all the other prisoners in their hideous orange jumpsuits and shackles around their ankles. She doesn't want to imagine Jason looking like that.
But she swallows back any of the nervousness that might threaten to poke through, plastering on one of her most condescending smiles as she clutches a plastic grocery bag to her chest and waits for her boyfriend to walk through the door.]