Jess Tailor (foundmyway) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-12-03 13:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | rose tyler, shmee |
Who: Jess Tailor and Teddy 'Dave' Orsini
What: Jess wanders into a club because of the good vibes, ends up getting roofied and (briefly) kidnapped. No, really.
Where: Club in Redmond, skeezy motel, 7-11.
When: Friday, lateish.
Warnings: Violence. Non-consensual drug use. Assault. Cursing.
This, she supposed, was not exactly what she had in mind when she’d come across from Musings, although her mother... Jess laughed, leaning up against the bar. Yes, bar. At a club. She shouldn’t laugh. Not when she’d walked by and barely been able to help herself-- so much of her day was surrounded by tired people, by unhappy people that she couldn’t resist.
Usually, Jess woke up, went up to Alex’s apartment to figure out her day, got on the bus, hated her life until she stepped off the bus, went to work, usually had somewhere between an okay and good time - depending on the mood of everyone else - either took the bus (more hate) or took the bus for part of it, then walked home (alright, except the occasional person walking by who’d either had the worst day ever or just got promoted - always through her for a loop when people walked past her.) Today was another bus-then-walking day. Shouldn’t be walking alone at night, but whatever. It was easier. Less drama, less miserable people.
She really needed to get a car.
That’s when she walked past the club, when she’d stopped outside and felt the energy slip over her in waves. Energy, joy, lust, the whole kaboodle, and Jess... Jess was high. She didn’t know it, but she’d laughed and managed to slip by the bouncer without even stopping, practiced in that little skill. She was old-hat at the club scene, and now - now with a drink in her hand and her coat shoved in a corner, she let herself just enjoy what was around her.
… That was, until the fight broke out. It was a crash - sudden and severe, when the crowd suddenly separated, pulling itself back from the brawl that’d erupted in the center of the floor - and Jess, overwhelmed by the rush of anger, of concern and anxiety and the sudden nauseating, splitting headache, backed away. She’d just wanted one night. One night where she didn’t have to hope that her neighbors wouldn’t have sex or that the creeps on the bus wouldn’t be having bad days, and now this - even when she backed away, her head throbbed as the anxiousness spread, the bouncer still trying to find fight his way through the crowd.