History had never been something Joss had been concerned with – unless it was Hollywood-orientated. She blinked at the answer and the continuation about the man, her jaw falling as she did so. “You – wait, what?” Sherri was already gone by the time that came out though and Joss slumped into the water again, thoughts going back to the man who’d been shot.
She’d seen people die before – it happened at a few parties she’d been at. Some guy randomly OD’d and the cops came in. She had shuffled out before they got in though, sneaking into her bed at home before the reporters dropped by. She’d watched someone drown before, but she’d been drunk – this was different though. Someone had died because of her (right?) and he had no warning, hadn’t done anything. If she was the type to throw up, she would – instead she simply dunked herself under the water, hands combing through her hair.
She didn’t repeat her question when Sherri came back, just pushing herself out of the tub after checking her nails. Grabbing a towel, she sat on the ledge and tried not to glare at the clothes. Habits were hard to break.