Jess shoots him a dry look from the opposite arm of the couch, then bites the inside of her cheek until the temptation to smile passes. They set the furniture down and Jess shucks her jacket on top of his. She eyes the bottle of whiskey behind Frank's back, glancing to him when he speaks.
She mutters a "yeah" and turns heel for the kitchen. The bowl on the floor is half empty but the remaining water is a little cloudy. Rocky's paws clack tellingly against the floor as he curiously goes from person to person, unable to puzzle together their actions. Jess's activity is more familiar so he stands a foot away from her, sight pinpointed on the water bowl. She picks it up to rinse it and fill it with fresh water, then barely has it on the floor before Rocky's muzzle splashes into it.
The obnoxious sound of his lapping tongue reignites her thirst. Jess grabs the nearest glass to pour herself enough water to then swallow down in couple gulps.
"Water or beer?" she calls over to Frank. Though unaware of it, she's enjoying their streak of easy ask-and-answer. It's the first time they've cooperated this long without someone's life at stake.
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She mutters a "yeah" and turns heel for the kitchen. The bowl on the floor is half empty but the remaining water is a little cloudy. Rocky's paws clack tellingly against the floor as he curiously goes from person to person, unable to puzzle together their actions. Jess's activity is more familiar so he stands a foot away from her, sight pinpointed on the water bowl. She picks it up to rinse it and fill it with fresh water, then barely has it on the floor before Rocky's muzzle splashes into it.
The obnoxious sound of his lapping tongue reignites her thirst. Jess grabs the nearest glass to pour herself enough water to then swallow down in couple gulps.
"Water or beer?" she calls over to Frank. Though unaware of it, she's enjoying their streak of easy ask-and-answer. It's the first time they've cooperated this long without someone's life at stake.