the tiny girl’s stolen a bag of what seems to be meth— although its incredibly blue. the girl’s pick pocketed at least three drunken guys and was planning on selling the meth until things went sour. the fawn’s got a knife up against her stomach and the man’s demanding to know where she got it— but she doesn’t know what to say. she won’t just admit that she stole it! cherry lips part, stuttering out another excuse.
’ i t-told you! i j-just know a g-guy who g-gave me some to deliver t-to some people at the p-party—-! ‘
& whilst this unfortunate event was occurring, jesse was found in the other room —- his tired & bruised physique slumped up against the wall, nimble fingers brushing against the dark circles colouring the underneath of each eyelid.
the sound of shouting doesn’t go unheard; with what little strength he can muster up, jesse gets to his feet & rushes out of the room to see what all the fuss was about.
