Jefferson's reaction is everything she'd hoped it would be. He even audibly freaked into the phone, it was... perfect. So good. She feels instantly lighter and so much better already. Just being out of that house...]
What? You want me to poke you with it somewhere else?
[Here, look, she'll just set it down on the nearest table as a conversation starter for whenever Jeff's mancrush comes home. Yeah, it was too obvious. The boy is SMITTEN! Which, obviously, she approves of, but also gives her this persistent, prickly feeling in her chest. Like a finishing nail pushing its way through her heart. It really has more to do with the sense of betrayal and loss than any jealousy or spite, and that's not on Jefferson at all. Therefore! The only thing to do is drown any and all feelings with copious amounts of alcohol.]
We should be drinking. Why aren't we drinking? Did he say we could use the bar? Because I'm using the bar. If I see a bottle of red wine, I might vom or cry, so-- ... shots?
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Jefferson's reaction is everything she'd hoped it would be. He even audibly freaked into the phone, it was... perfect. So good. She feels instantly lighter and so much better already. Just being out of that house...]
What? You want me to poke you with it somewhere else?
[Here, look, she'll just set it down on the nearest table as a conversation starter for whenever Jeff's mancrush comes home. Yeah, it was too obvious. The boy is SMITTEN! Which, obviously, she approves of, but also gives her this persistent, prickly feeling in her chest. Like a finishing nail pushing its way through her heart. It really has more to do with the sense of betrayal and loss than any jealousy or spite, and that's not on Jefferson at all. Therefore! The only thing to do is drown any and all feelings with copious amounts of alcohol.]
We should be drinking. Why aren't we drinking? Did he say we could use the bar? Because I'm using the bar. If I see a bottle of red wine, I might vom or cry, so-- ... shots?