Who: Jesse Pinkman and OTA (multiples welcome) What: Jesse drinks. Where: Verdant, for a change of pace. When: Monday evening. Warnings: TBD Status: OPEN | Incomplete
Jesse was drinking. Again. This was becoming more and more the norm for the young man, though he didn't really see it as a problem. It didn't interfere with his working, it didn't interfere with the rest of his life in Madison Valley. What little life he actually had in Madison Valley. He wasn't too worried about being constantly drunk while in the small town in Indiana, it gave him something to do. Which... there really wasn't a lot to do here. Except yell at fake-Hulks and drink. And harass Jessica.
He was seated at the bar, a mixed drink in front of him and several empty shot glasses as well. Along with a shot of tequila. He was just getting started, it was early yet. He was feeling pleasantly buzzed, and he was quickly headed toward his goal of shit-faced. Only to return home to his empty apartment and his stock pile of half price Halloween candy.
But that was neither here nor there at the moment. He wasn't quite at that point yet.