Jessica had heard the noises in the other room but really, in all honesty, she didn’t give two flying fucks. Maybe if she would have known about the ‘figures’ in the distance she would have given that some attention but, again, in all honesty, probably not. She let her ass fall to the dirty ground with a cherry smile she also pulled out her Texas Mickey of Jack Daniel’s and began untwisting the cap. It seemed as if her booted feet bobbed along to a beat in her head as she pushed the glass jar to her puckered lips.
She had a shit morning, travelling with shit people, who are all a shitty mess, and Jessica really didn’t like the way it smelt. Peering over her shoulder she saw Boston, Yuuta, and Cora head over to check out the noise. At this point Wade was still in the room with her, somewhere, at least she thought so anyway – same with Rio, maybe. Jessica shrugged her shoulders, her smile going wider. Good let the two biggest shits of the group check out the noise – sadly Yuuta was with them but one good man to lose two shitty ones – someone has to make a sacrifice and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be her.
Maybe her and Frank should have kept to themselves – but she was starting to grow attached to both Kitty and now Wade too – even Rio seemed to hold a special bit of Jessica’s heart, if she ever openly admitted these things or not – hell she didn’t even like thinking them but they were true.
Jessica tipped the gigantic bottle of whiskey to pour into her mouth, not enough to get her drunk, but enough to take the edge off her piss poor mood – kinda. She placed the bottle beside her legs as her feet continued bobbing to the soundless music, and began rummaging through her bag.
“Ah-HA!” She murmured as her flare gun was pulled out and loaded, she then repacked her bag, now attempting to cheerfully whistle this song that was seemingly stuck in her head – but Jessica couldn’t whistle.
Letting her long legs stretch out before her Jessica leaned back against the bag, ready to leave whenever they were done being morons – a still eerily cheerful smirk on the woman’s face as she imagined Cora screaming in terror in symphony to the tune she now orchestrated with her hands.