This was not Jax' week. Between Andi running off, everything with Sarah and Josh, things at the Agency sounding off... And the dreams... She was getting stretched pretty fucking thin.
'And who the fuck's fault d'you think that is?' Hers- and she accepted that. Her friends were in trouble, and she stuck her neck out for them. It wasn't the first time- Lannie, Spencer, Hannah- and it wouldn't be the last.
Still, she needed to do something to keep her from going insane. And so she was left with a bottle of gin and her iPod, jumping around the apartment to awful dance music (It had been the stereo in general, before Dex threatened to kick her out. Wizards and brooding, really.) She almost missed the phone ringing, catching it after who knows how long as the tracks shifted from one to another. She didn't recognize the number, but then she never really had a head for that, anyway.
"Yo?" She was a little out of breath, but in pretty good spirits- the 'altered state dancing' shit John suggested really seemed to be working.