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Event Prompt 2 of ??? Every person who happens to have received one of the unaddressed pumpkin baubles begins to feel oddly strange. You find yourself growing more irritable and restless. You’re finding it difficult to sleep and when you do manage to sleep, your dreams are plagued with nightmares. The weird symptoms don’t fade when you power up - you’re just as irritable, if not even more, when you roam the streets as your alter ego. What's gotten into you all of a sudden?
Word Count - Boeing! 737. I'm not even trying to hit these LOL
Jessie was moodier than she normally was out of the house -- or in. Intending to evade taking her grump out on her younger sibling, Jessie had taken to going out, opting to work on the Bear, or to visit her favorite watering hole.
She was angry more than usual (In short, instead of most times, all the time), she had trouble sleeping, and her dreams were... Well they weren't. They were nightmares and Jessie didn't want to admit to anyone what kiund they were-- especially not to her mother. And so, she opted to sit in the bar to drink nightmares away, the flat taste of hops and barley rolling down her throat in a way that didn't let her enjoy the smaller notes of licorice, or chocolate in the finely crafted beer. No, Jessie was bottling a mood, and as she sat, she nearly began to doze at the table. Anger forced her to remain awake enough to be aware, hypervigilence seeping into her veins like the beer she was drinking, and her eyes turned to the television screen. More strangeness in Desatiny City, some 'poor soul' being 'beaten bythose awful terrorists' and he raised her mug feebly in cheer. A senshi beat on a member of chaos and the world was a sparkling place for a few moments. How the news skewed things! A middle finger raised to the anchor from the woman then, and she huffed, stretching and shifting to look around. Most of the assholes smellt of sweat and desperation, and the bar was not reputable, but she was cranky, sleep deprived, and wanted the best part -- boozeahol. Sweet, sweet nectar of the Egyptians, the gods, and every other diety. Jessie crooned to the balm for her soul, and took another swig as one of the barflies leaned in.
"Hey, gorgeous, never seen youput so much liquor away. Are you sure a little thing like you can stomach it?"
Jessie froze, and lowered her mug, slowly turning a tired, sleep deprived gaze on the man, taking him in. He looked like a scumbag, and breifly her mind could almost see... ******** off." She snorted, and returned to the magical world of bad decisions, sipping beer a bit longer when the man made the second mistake. An unwanted hand fell on hers, and Jessie put the mug down, expression turning sour.
"You have five seconds to get your hand off of mine, before I break it and shove it so far up your a** that your stomach'll be digesting it."
":Come on sugarlips, don't be that way, ladies should watch what they drink. How about I buy you a nice little martini sweetums?"
Well. It wasn't fivwe, but he sealed his fate with those words and Jessie suddenly spun on him, gripping his wrist and twisting it hard, ignoring his shriek of pain, beyond one motion.
She smiled a cold, cruel smile as blue eyes delightedly lit up.
She twisted harder, and he shrieked, writhing. By now, a couple of his friends got up, moving after her, and Jessie was smiling sweetly, looking at the with the twinkle of delight in her eye brawling brought.
"Oh, my gentlemen., Think you can fight? Let's." And she suddenly launched, kicking one in the midsection rapidly. The man caught her, and she twisted as his friend tried to hit her, using the momentum tyo flip his friend in the way before a toothy grin flashed and she wrenched free, kicking his kneecaps rapidly. As the companion came for her, and the woman grinned, preparing to lash back rapidly--
And the bouncers peeled the two apart, rubbing their temple.
"Seriously, bor tonuight people." They drawled. Jessie snarled, wriggling.
"Their buddy made a pass! He had FAIR WARNING."
"Yes well I thinkyou broke his wrist. Normally I'd call cops, but I really don't feel like filing reports, so you all can get the hell out of my bar. Toby, Jonas, if you please."
The bouncers nodded, Jessie grumbling a bit longer until she was unceremoniously placed down outside-- less foprtunately, away from her targets, and she grumbled, moving for ********, rigjht as it got ******** good. she grumbled. Fine, she'd just go home and drink, and maybe pet Puu and call her dad. That might calm her down. Maybe, and moving for home, she kickeed a can, delighting in the clunking it made going home.
