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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[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.