Who: Jacob and Jimmy What: Still 'on the job' Where: Still in Cimarron When: Dec 4th, early Rating: R Status: closed
It had been a full week and one day, and Jacob had already started to hate his life. Aside from the cold sweats, shakes, hunger pains, and nightmares, everything else couldn't have gotten worse. It had been years since Jacob had dealt with people in a professional manner, and it didn't help that he couldn't sit still during most of the their interviews.
But now back in the hotel room, Jacob was sitting with his knees up and hands to his mouth as he tried to keep calm, and avoid going out to find drugs. He knew Jimmy would be home soon, and that he was probably still mad that Jacob missed the shot. It wasn't his fault, though. His hands were shaking, and sweaty, and the damn thing was moving too fast to hit. Even though if Jacob would have been a hundred percent, he knew he wouldn't have missed, but he wasn't going to admit that to Jimmy. Not in a million years. He was ashamed of what he'd done, and waited quietly for his brother to return.