@rageagainstthedying // For the most part, Jessa absolutely hated her job as a bartender. She saw the same damn people every damn day, and for the most part, heard the same damn sob stories over and over and over again. It was something that made her miss her life on the road. There was a point in time she was convinced she was going to be the very next Bonnie Parker, all she needed to do was find her Clyde or Claudia. That was until she was caught and locked up. And now? She was stuck. There aren't very many places that will willingly hire an ex-felon.
It was the middle of her shift, at approximately 10:30 pm when she thought she saw a familiar face near the bar. A woman she had previously known -- perhaps even loved. No, not loved. Jessa was incapable of love, only lust, she constantly told herself. Besides, where the hell did love ever get Bonnie Elizabeth Parker? It got her got, shot, and deader than a doornail. Still, the fact that she was so convinced that this person was the one she knew, well it picked at her heart. "Hey," she shouted to her coworker Louisa over the loud music, "cover for me for ten? I'll be right back, promise."
She meandered through the crowd until she reached the person she was looking for, with her back turned to her. Taking in a sharp breath, Jessa reached out and grabbed the other person's shoulder. "Hey! What the fuck are you doin' here?" Either she'd be right and maybe be safe, or she'd be wrong and lose a tooth. Truthfully? She hoped neither would happen.