[ Ah, man. She looks wasted. Jesse watches J approach with that off-kilter sway to her step, that alcohol-hazy look in her pretty eyes and ruddy on her cheeks. He looks down, exhaling smoke and chewing anxiously on his lower lip, then looks back at J. When she's stopped by him, he peers up at her while fidgeting his cigarette restlessly between his fingers.
Damn that charming smile of hers, though. Even if Jesse seems way too distracted to appreciate it. Not that this is the time and place to appreciate such trivial things after everything has happened. Jesse wonders how much that charming veneer she's putting on right now is due to the alcohol numbing her senses, and how much that charming smile is a veneer to cover up the same devastation almost everyone is feeling in light of everything that's happened. ]
Uh. Depends. [ He sounds distraction more than hesitant as he considers her question. His eyes lower to the cigarette case. ] Why, need a light?
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Damn that charming smile of hers, though. Even if Jesse seems way too distracted to appreciate it. Not that this is the time and place to appreciate such trivial things after everything has happened. Jesse wonders how much that charming veneer she's putting on right now is due to the alcohol numbing her senses, and how much that charming smile is a veneer to cover up the same devastation almost everyone is feeling in light of everything that's happened. ]
Uh. Depends. [ He sounds distraction more than hesitant as he considers her question. His eyes lower to the cigarette case. ] Why, need a light?