Dec 1, 2019
@jameslogans
Jessica’s head was on the bar, buried in her arms. It took a lot to get her this way, but she was far from done. Just... resting for a second. (Not that she ever rested for very long.) Josie’s bartender understood this, placing another drink down beside her head. Jessica planned on picking it up in a second, but before she could, she heard someone else reach for it.
“Hey, asshole,” she muttered, picking her head up with a struggle. “That’s mine. Back the hell off.”