Jessica Moore (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} outofhisleague) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2011-05-12 05:51:00 |
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WHAT: Jules has been having a kinda hard time and Jess is still confused.
WHEN: Night, May 11th.
WHERE: Bar
WARNINGS: Nothing really.
Jessica wasn't a drunk by any means. Nope, but she was really wigged out by what was happening right now. It was really difficult for her to wrap her mind around all this. She didn't even have all of the information about Sam that she really wanted, or needed. It was definitely causing her much more than a little bit of a headache. She didn't know what to do. She knew that Sam wasn't the same person. He had gotten married. Jessica wasn't really that bothered by the fact that he had moved on, but hell if it didn't make things weird. She needed time to adjust to the whole thing, really. She needed time to adjust to everything at the moment, actually. It'd take her time to adjust to being alive too.
Jessica had gotten tequila from Freddie already, but there was still so much going on that she just didn't get. She needed so much more information than she had. Of course Jessica had been doing some research on the internet, but it had given her a headache, honestly. Jessica didn't feel like it was best for her to just cram everything into her head right now. She needed to take times and learn things slowly. She still didn't know anyone, though, so that meant that she didn't have very many people to go to. This made things difficult. As much as she and Sam had been friends as well as dating....he had so many things going on.
So, what was the logical thing to do in this situation? Apparently it was go to the bar and talk to people there! Jessica didn't know that everyone knew what was going on, so she hadn't been telling anyone her story, but it had been easier to walk into a bar and make conversation with strangers than it had been sitting in her new apartment at the complex by herself.
Jessica hadn't had a drink since much earlier in the night. She was sitting at the bar, her long legs were situated comfortably. Her hair was still down, and it was a mess of curls, which was pretty usual for her hair. Taking a moment to look around the bar, Jessica couldn't help but wonder how many people knew about what was going on? It probably didn't really matter, but it was something to focus on. The other thing that had been plaguing her mind had been her schooling. She had been so close, she'd been in her senior year, and then she had died. Could she go back to that while she was alive? All of her records probably showed that she was dead. How did a dead person exist in the world like this?
Sighing, Jessica turned and saw another blond woman. On impulse, she offered her a small smile. "Rough night?"