Aug 8, 2025
“Is that… a bootprint?” (from Simon @fxntasmagoria )
Jesse lifted the cool whiskey glass and held it to his lip, gently nursing the split in it. If he was feeling better, he might have headed home to give it the attention it probably needed, but... he wasn't feeling better. He was more busy wondering whether his bruised pride or his bruised body felt worse. It was a close battle, although every year, each new bruise and bump felt a little worse than the year before. He made a soft noise at the voice, glancing over his shoulder as if he might see the back of his own flannel shirt. "Probably," he sighed. Then, he lied, "I was mugged. Bastards got a few good digs in, but I managed to keep my wallet." He wagged his whiskey.