Who: Jesse Venture & Sam West When: Semi-late Saturday (January the 16th!) night Where: Sam's flat Rating: XXX because that's what the porn stars do.
Warnings: Probably cursing. Because that's the one thing Jesse is terribly good at. Summary: Jesse did not have a good day, not like anyone can really tell.
Though Jesse had had full plans to curl up on his couch with one of his favorite movies on the television, it didn't really seem to work out that way. He'd finally gotten back to his apartment, much later than he'd expected after the day he'd had, and then his parents had insisted he stay for a late dinner (not that he rejected the offer really well). Once home, he'd climbed into the shower to rinse the remainder of the soda and popcorn butter off, and had pounded out an update on his journal.
Then Sam's reply had come, and even as the movie started, he had been too distracted to truly pay much attention to it. After a few minutes, he turned off the television.
Finally finding a pair of fuzzy slippers (a gift from Jamie), he slid them on and headed into the kitchen to grab two beers. He would have grabbed more, but decided it probably wasn't the best of ideas with the day he was currently having.
Leaving his apartment, he made it all the way to the stairs before realizing that he'd forgotten his keys. Temporarily abandoning the two cans on the top of the stairwell, he headed back in to grab his keys, actually remembered to lock the door behind him, and slid them into the pocket of his sweatpants.
Only then did he finally make his way down the steps towards Sam's apartment on the floor below. Reaching the door, he adjusted the beers in his right hand, lifted his burned-up hand to absently adjust the black-framed glasses that he almost never wore, then knocked. "Fuck!" He couldn't help but exclaim, forgetting that fast that knocking with his burnt hand might hurt.
Seriously, it was just not his day. Nonetheless, he was grinning whenever Sam finally opened the door.