[ At this time of night, the route home was as quick by foot as it was by train. Foregoing the humidity of the underground, Jess chose to walk, finishing what was left her flask along the way. It was less than a full glass of whiskey, which she intended to pour for each of them before he spilled his guts.
In about twenty minutes, she was shutting her front door and locking it behind her. Her living room was as she'd left it, no furniture replaced nor rearranged. She took of her bag and jacket, leaving them on the couch, and grabbed a bottle off her desk as she went to the kitchen. Jess filled two glasses with cheap bourbon and headed down the hall to her bedroom. However she felt about its new look, she'd put aside for the time being.
She focused on him, as hard as everything else was to ignore among the the peculiar cleanliness. Unsurprisingly, he hadn't fallen asleep. ]
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In about twenty minutes, she was shutting her front door and locking it behind her. Her living room was as she'd left it, no furniture replaced nor rearranged. She took of her bag and jacket, leaving them on the couch, and grabbed a bottle off her desk as she went to the kitchen. Jess filled two glasses with cheap bourbon and headed down the hall to her bedroom. However she felt about its new look, she'd put aside for the time being.
She focused on him, as hard as everything else was to ignore among the the peculiar cleanliness. Unsurprisingly, he hadn't fallen asleep. ]
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