Jess Tailor (foundmyway) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-12-03 13:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | moriarty, rose tyler |
Who: Adam Morgenstern and Jess Tailor
What: Jess passes Adam's apartment after her run in with Teddy, and she remembers his offer if she ever needed help.
When: Friday, late. After This. NOTE: CONTENT WARNING, violence, assault.
Warnings: TBD, likely cursing, also adult subject matter (talking about violence/assault/etc)
She still had her purse. Even if half the stuff was missing - reciepts, earrings, candy, pens, lipstick - her wallet had been too large to just fall out while she'd been digging for mace. Thirty dollars to the cab driver - who thankfully hadn't asked any questions, even if Jess could feel him watching her in the review mirror, and shook her head, her voice thick as she fumbled out the bills. "I'm- I'm okay, I just need to go home." That'd been what she'd been thinking this whole time, ever since she'd gotten into the cab, since she told him where she lived, since she stared out the window at the lights.
They're so pretty.
Now, though, she stared up at the apartment building, stared up at it and her hand caught one of the bike racks as she stood outside the front. What was she going to do? What would she tell Bly? Or her boss? That she'd gone to a club that she shouldn't have been able to go into, had drinks that she shouldn't have had, somehow got so blasted out of her mind that she let a guy she didn't know take her home, and the last place he'd taken her was home?
Maybe her mom was right. Things just seemed to happen, so maybe her mom was right.
She shook her head, and pulled open the door after it took her two tries to unlock it, and when she was on her way to the elevators, she realised where she was, and stopped.
There was somewhere else. It'd been before the mess, but he'd handed her his card, and told her that if she needed anything, to call the number on the back. She'd given it back to him, but... "Please be home." She closed her eyes for a second - she felt so weird, so drunk and tired and it hurt and she was starting to shake even though she was home and that was what mattered - but she leaned against the doorframe, and then finally pushed the bell, closing her eyes as she leaned her head back against the cool wood.
He'd know what to do. Sure, Adam sort of hated her, but he'd know what to do. He knew what to do last time. He always knew what to do.