Shannon Rutherford (![]() ![]() @ 2009-04-16 00:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dropped, !incomplete, day 04, jay, location: gas station, shannon rutherford |
Day Four - Late Morning
Who: Shannon and Jay
What: Shannon needs to take her mind off things
When: just before noon
Where: the gas station
Rating: R (...Jay's involved; fairly self-explanatory lol)
Status: Incomplete and Dropped
It felt like the world was crumbling around her with every minute that ticked by in this place. Shannon hadn't had time to grieve Boone's death and just like that, a simple gesture of kindness toward a complete stranger from a complete stranger had set Shannon off. There were only two things that Shannon knew of that made that sort of pain go away. Alcohol and sex. Granted, it was Jay, so it'd just be the alcohol, but still. Numbing the pain was numbing the pain, no matter how she played her cards.
After having to hide away in a back room to change into a pair of jeans and probably one of the ugliest "designer" - the label boasted it; Shannon knew it was bullshit - shirts Shannon had ever seen (although, it was probably only ugly because she was used to actual designer clothes), she tucked her journal and pen into her back pocket with effort and trudged out of the museum and up the road toward the gas station.
The tears were barely dry, but she wasn't going to cry all the fuck over Jay because it wasn't Shannon's style. If she was lucky, he wouldn't even know she was upset; just worried. Everyone had their secrets and Shannon was no exception to the rule.
Reflexively, she knocked on the door before pushing it open and letting herself in. "Jay?" she called out, happier than words could express that her voice wasn't as constricted as her throat felt at that very moment. Push it away, have a six pack, and let him make you smile. There's no use crying over it; it's done and there's nothing you can do. Bottle it up or let it go, she thought. Bottling it up won over letting it go.