Jessica is sharper than she looks. (bbfangs) wrote in incompletedata, @ 2017-10-07 16:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | ginger snaps: brigitte fitzgerald, true blood: jessica hamby |
Who: Jessica Hamby and OPEN to anyone who doesn't want to go to bed after the Viewing Party
What: Being 'social'?
Where: The Diner
When: Saturday night, after the Feast viewing party
Warnings: TBD?
Old habits died a hard, hard death- especially with Immortals. True, Jessica wasn't a true immortal- she could die a permanent death fairly easily- just not as easily as when she still had a pulse- and despite her new strength, speed, and general badass-ness, she'd only spent twenty-four years on this earth; she hadn't had a lot of time to work on her flaws. One of the biggest was her tendency to find a general escape from thinking about the ugliness in the world when it got too worrisome. The poor folks in that awful cave, the people up on the ground level and their 'rebellion', the consequences of that... even her new protection from the sun, all of it weighed down on her head like a migraine. After the shit-storm they all were just forced to sit through in the auditorium, she needed something to take her mind off all of it- at least for a little while.
That's why she found herself in the quaint little diner that could've been right out of Shreveport, except for how clean it was; she'd gone straight back to Echo as soon as they were released from the auditorium to get out of the garish outfit, and now in the soft blues of her clothing that labeled her and the ratted paperback copy of 50 Shades of Grey tucked in the back pocket of her jeans, Jessica smiled in a small, sheepish way at the young man behind the counter.
"Hi there... so- I'm gonna need one of those..." She had both hands tucked in her back pockets as well, until one pointed at the glass-front cooler that displayed soft drinks and teas, and hospital-grade bags of blood. She was also hungry- thinking about the possibility of something other than cold, stale, plastic-tasting blood- so the sharp, white tips of her fangs flicked down just below her lower lip.
"Don't suppose you have B-positive? And... could you, maybe- warm it up in a mug? Please?"