May 10, 2023
“Juicy....fruit.”
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“Juicy....fruit.”
it’s just irrelevant || Charlie & Jenna
She hated this. Jenna wasn’t drunk very often she was a very moderate drinker and probably never drank more than a glass wine, especially when she was with Charlie. The past few years she could only remember one time where she had drunken too much and somehow she hated that smell when someone smelled like alcohol in their breath. Grant had a late shift and Jenna was all alone when she got the text and she was about to cry because she thought they were gone but they were still around. The quiet of the house didn’t help much with her anxiety from that person. She looked out of every window twice before she sat down in the kitchen, knowing she would have to do it, and she also know that Charlie wasn’t really easy around drunk people... it might have changed though. This Steph was changing everything apparently. Jenna couldn’t stand her and she looked so... ugh young. Younger than her and just everything about her looked so perfect and then Jenna would get home and look in the mirror and find more flaws. Sure Grant made sure to tell her he liked her how she was but sometimes it still stung a little. Getting out the booze and some wine they had in the storage, she sat herself into the living room, remembering she hadn’t really eaten anything proper before so this would probably be worse than she thought.
Taking sip for sip, the world got more blurry by the minute and god, she wasn’t even having fun. It was pathetic alone, so maybe it would be better when she was at Charlie's but her thoughts were clouded when she went out to get a cab. She could barely walk to the apartment and she couldn’t drive either, so she took the embarrassment of the looks from the taxi driver, while she was holding the open bottle of red wine closely in her hands. Arriving at the place, she took a sip from the bottle, her legs feeling wobbly when she made her way to the door. Now she actually laughed, because it was so stupid ridiculous. Her finger hold down the doorbell, so it was ringing like crazy. “Charlie, oh Charlie.” she mused, followed by a giggle when she waited him to open the door.
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