Fate's Bitch

Before work, Jaye can be found glaring at the animals gathered back on their shelves. Two weeks of sleep deprivation and trying to hook up a whore who doesn't care with a bakery clerk that thinks she's a jailbait pimp, getting sidetracked by making two people she hates talk for some reason that probably amounts to making her life a living hell, and then SHE GETS ANOTHER SEEMINGLY COMPLETELY UNRELATED MESSAGE. And gets to have a psychotic breakdown in front of the fake magician and not-Rory the whore.

"You know," the tells the animals, "you're sadists."

They don't answer.

"This? Not cool. Nuh uh."

They don't care, either.

Jaye walks up to the lion, bending to look him right in his little wax eye. Which is kind of disturbing. "What do you want from me?" she asks.

Not that he answers.

Jaye turns the lion to face the wall, and gets her stuff in case the theater is actually open for her to go to work today.

Jaye has decided she wants earplugs. So bad. So, so badly, people. They're still on Llama Llama Duck, because even the animals get meta on her.

There's a little break, and Jaye asks, "Clearing your throats for the next round?" Not that she wants to know.