Jesse Custer (cowboy_god) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-01-24 11:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | jesse custer, zoe washburne, zz:status complete |
Awake, awake (Zoe)
When he opened his eyes, Jesse realized that something was off. No. A lot of things were off. Despite the fact that he was in his own bed, in his own place, there were things within the room that even his blurry sleep-addled vision picked out immediately. Items that looked like they belonged in Zoe's apartment, not his. There was his John Wayne figure, but Zoe's style and grace were everywhere else. He realized then that despite the fact that it was his bed, these were Zoe's sheets.
"Darlin?" He called out, his mouth filled with cotton. "I think the City's fuckin with us. Seems it saw fit to squish our places together."
He rolled over, looking for an alarm clock to check the time with.
"Zoe? Where you at, sugar?"
Jesse really didn't want to get out of bed. His head felt muddled. Like he'd been drinking too much for months on end, which was something he hadn't done in a while. The alcohol was still his friend, but they didn't get black out drunk together anymore. Just warmly tipsy, and occasionally stumbling. He hadn't had a real reason to drink himself into a stupor in a long, long time. Yet that's how he felt. As if he'd been on a week long bender after several weeks of heavy consumption. It was miserable.
"Zoe? Baby? Could ya bring me some coffee? And my cigarettes? Why ain't they on the nightstand?"