InsaneJournal

WHO: Juniper and Edward
WHEN: Day six, early evening
WHAT: More fighting, probably, since they weren't done
WHERE: The woods
RATING: R-ish
STATUS: Complete

Juniper was pissed. In almost every sense of the word. She was angry, no livid at Edward, both for feeling that he had the right to be angry with her for an errant thought, and for the fact that she now sported ten finger-shaped bruises on each arm. She was angry with herself for even having the thought to begin with, because really, it was ridiculous at best, suicidal at worst. And she was drunk. Drunkity-drunk-drunk. The one good thing about the Ren Faire, Juniper had discovered, once she realised that she was locked out of her room, not having remembered to grab her key as she'd stormed out, was that they had some truly wonderful wine. And she'd sampled more than her fair share of it.

And so now, drunk and wet in the dark, and locked out of her room, Juniper was wandering. She wasn't really looking for Edward, but when she heard his mind nearby, her anger redoubled. He was such a twat. She didn't want to see him, but at the same time, she wasn't really done yelling at him yet. Maybe she'd get eaten by a bear or something on her way over there.

No such luck. Standing at the base of the tree Edward was hiding in, Juniper glared up at the dark, unable to see her boyfriend, but knowing he was there anyway. "You're an asshole!" she hollered at him, and then took another swig off the bottle she carried. "If you don't want me, just fucking say it, because I'm not stupid enough to think that this is just about a bloody thought!"