drunken confessionals post party re:house (Jack-Ace);
Ace, honestly, could be considered having a hard time of it. There were gut-wrenching confessions to and from her best friend, a radio show where she'd heard- It made her blush to think about it. A huge fight that she heard part of, and said best friend disappeared- so she ended up putting on a formal gown so that she could corner said best friend to get him to talk to her.
And he currently smelled like he stuck his head in a wine cask.
It'd been a long few days, and Ace waited until they'd gone down the path a ways, still stuck on idle chitchat.
"Jack, do you want to just.... sit over there for a bit? I'm only a little tired." She didn't want him to carry her - what she wanted was to be able to talk to him when she wasn't concentrating on her crutches.
And he currently smelled like he stuck his head in a wine cask.
It'd been a long few days, and Ace waited until they'd gone down the path a ways, still stuck on idle chitchat.
"Jack, do you want to just.... sit over there for a bit? I'm only a little tired." She didn't want him to carry her - what she wanted was to be able to talk to him when she wasn't concentrating on her crutches.