Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2013 18:05:48 GMT -8
She missed him, and it frustrated her. Jessie didn’t miss boys like this, she just didn’t. If they up and vanished to some other place for two months she didn’t wander down the road to The Hogs Head and start drinking anything that landed in front of her while trying to keep a straight face about it. No, she picked up and moved on to the next man. ’Guess Rogan just isn’t any other guy I’ve ever met,’ she muttered to herself taking a long sip from a glass of clear liquid. A bottle of vodka stood on the table near her. A rather good looking, although still shady young man swaggered up to her and started to draw up a chair. ”I really wouldn’t do that bub,” she growled at him. He sat down anyway, but in a few moments and quickly movements, the young man found himself slumped in a pile under the ledge of the bar. No one had tried to sit with her after that.
She turned back to her glass of straight up vodka, pouring more in the glass before reaching over the bar to get more ice for her glass. She flicked a Galleon to the barman muttering, ”Sorry for the mess.” She stood up and headed for the door, grabbing the bottle but leaving the glass. She’d paid for the bottle, not the glass.
Once outside, she set about seeing just how short of a time it could take her to polish off that bottle of vodka, and yes with half of it gone, she was most certainly feeling the effects, and knew they would get worse as she empty the liquid. She needed a good lay, or at least that’s what she told herself she needed. She just need to fuck someone , or at least that’s what she told herself she needed. She didn’t want to admit the truth to herself. The last time she had, he had cheated on her and left her heartbroken like a china doll in some forgotten dumpster. Jessie had promised herself she would never let that happen again.