Room 417, Wednesday evening

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's in her room with the door open, looking at a bottle of Jim Beam and the Little Wooden Boy Dave on her desk in turn. She looks like she's making a serious choice here.


[Entertain me.]

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[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hey, I was close!" Joxer said. "This means we're neighbors." He waved. "Hi neighbor. I'm Joxer. Joxer the Mighty."

[fates_jaye]

She's living next door to a guy from the The Mighty family in need of glasses. "Jaye. Seriously, that's your name?"

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"Joxer, yeah," he said, twiddling his fingers a bit. "The Mighty isn't actually part of the name. Just, you know, describes who I am."

[fates_jaye]

She considers this. "Dude, you asked for directions next door. Are you sure about that?"

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Joxer nodded. "Hey, I didn't call myself Joxer the Literate for a reason." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I barely have the hang of Greek, let alone English."

[fates_jaye]

"And numbers are just beyond ya, huh?" she says.

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Joxer nodded, smugly. "I only need to count to one, since one is all I can count on. That would be me, I mean. It's a... I spent a whole day last week thinking that one up. Thanks for finally letting me say it."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's started tapping the bottle of alcohol behind her. She has two choices: club him with it, or just start drinking.

She considers this, then thinks the first thing would just be sad.

"Glad to give you that little moment of glory," she nods.

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Joxer said with sudden realization. "I didn't get your name. I should probably know your name, in case I ever need to save you from something."

[fates_jaye]

"Jaye," she says slowly. "I told you that already. ...Do you need to call someone? I'm sure someone has a phone you can use."

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"You know, maybe I should do that," Joxer said. "Thanks, Jaye. You ever need a warrior for anything, just stop by next door."

[fates_jaye]

"I'll remember that," she tells him seriously, and behind her back, is already untwisting the cap of the bottle.

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Joxer waved and headed out the door, oblivious to the fact that he'd given a horrible impression.

Well, not really horrible. More like pretty darned accurate.