Room 417, early Saturday morning

[fates_jaye]

So last night was as much of a disaster as it could be without punches being thrown. If Sharon had had another two minutes without a cigarette, said punches may have actually happened. But thanks to the damn hotel, Sharon now had to stay in the dorm room with Jaye and Rose.

And she snored.

Loudly.

Finally tiring of it, Jaye got out of bed, kicking her sister onto her side.

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"Like anyone cares what you SMELL LIKE."

[fates_jaye]

Tick, Tick.

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"Oh, shut up, you," Jaye tells the monkey.

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Sharon wrenched open the bathroom door and her head appeared in a cloud of steam, a towel wrapped around her hair. "Gross," she commented mildly, and slammed the door again to get dressed.

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Jaye turns to the monkey. "I think she just said she smells gross," she says. "I definitely agree, don't you?"

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...

[fates_jaye]

Jaye pats it on the head.

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Sharon finishes dressing and emerges once again. She takes one look at Jaye and says, "So we're going for homeless chic today?

Well, it's your life. Lead on, Macduff."

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"Ha ha," Jaye says, putting on her shoes.

[fates_jaye]

Tick, Tick.

[fates_jaye]

"I heard you the first time," Jaye grumbles to it. "Tick. Right."

She looks at Sharon. "How'd you like to meet a big blue guy who speaks in metaphor?"