Post by Jeszika on Apr 7, 2015 17:45:02 GMT -6
It was the day after the last UWa show and Jeszika Gautier was pissed as she pulls up her door outside the pleasure Dome in vegas. Why one would be pissed when pulling up to such a place is up for debate. But what we did know was last night on the show someone had come to her in her locker room while she was in the shower, choked her out, then kissed her and left her a black rose. Just like the bunch she had been delivered, just like the one left in her car last week. But this time he had revealed himself. She hadn't seen much but the blue eyes seen over her shoulder and the dark green hood he was wearing. She'd seen one person in this company that had blue eyes and wore a green hood at times. She was gonna find him and give him a piece of her mind, he'd be leaving bloody for sure. She storms in looking for Warrick Craven. As she looks around for him, she sees a younger guy holding a radio. She barges up to him, storm clouds practically radiating from her eyes.
Jeszika: That bastard.... where is he!
The younger man, Merlyn “Rocket” Harper, swallows hard, taken aback by the woman’s level of rage.
Rocket: Um...
He pauses, confusion written all over his face.
Rocket: Which one?
Jeszika: Craven.... that damned son of a bitch...
Rocket nods, still visibly confused by her outburst.
Rocket: Oh...
Nodding almost knowingly and yet still quite obviously in the dark about what’s really going on here, Rocket raises his radio to his mouth.
Rocket: Dub?
Craven's voice crackles over the radio.
Craven: Yeah?
Rocket: There's um... Jeszika...
He pauses to nod to her.
Rocket: it's Jeszika, right?
She nods stiffly.
Rocket: Jeszika Gautier... I think that's how you say it... here to see you?
Craven: Does she want to come out to me or does she want me to come in there?
Jeszika: I'll go to him just point me in the direction of that ass hole. ...
Rocket nods affirmatively.
Rocket: She's coming to you.
Lowering the radio, he motions to the door.
Rocket: Outside, he's in the black car that sort of watches the front door.
She walks off without a word heading in the direction she spoke of. Once there she pounds on the drivers door and waits for him to get out of the car. She wanted to face him face to face not through the window of a car. Craven blinks and opens the door, stepping out.
Craven: Um... hi?
Without a word she takes a swing at him.
Craven: Ow, damn, did I do something while I was stoned or something?
Jeszika: Oh don't play dumb, Craven... i know it was you.... two months of stalking and the coming to me while I was in the shower last night and choking me out.. oh and for the record I hate roses... that's not something you can pass off as being high.... given your past of stalking girls…
Craven: I'm sure some people would say I don't have to play... but ok, what did i do?
Jeszika: I've been sent roses... videos of me inside my house... then last night you came into my locker room after my match grabbed me while I was in the shower.. i asked what you wanted and... you... you told me you wanted me then proceeded to choke me out...
Craven stands up, moving aside to rub his face and exposing his open box of poisons in the car.
Craven: I know I've been hammered to black out before... but I'm pretty sure I'd remember that...
He shrugs, nodding in acknowledgment.
Craven: Granted, I took a couple of pills ten minutes ago so...
He glances back into the car and then at Jeszika.
Craven: Oh, shit, I'm sorry... you were tryin' to clean up.. I should close that.
Jeszika's eyes fall to what he's talking about and she takes a step back as an incredible need I overcomes her.
Jeszika: Oh man...
She shakes her head.
Jeszika: Of course you'd deny it... but he was wearing a green hoodie just like the one you’re wearing right now...
Craven raises his hands.
Craven: I... you're a beautiful woman and all but, I've never touched... damn, I shouldn't have taken one of Sky's Xanax pills...
He blinks and rubs his eyes.
Craven: Really not mixing well with the others...
Jeszika: Ok, humor me then.... if it wasn't you... where were you last night?
Craven: Sitting here, snorting some really strong blow before Sky, Sin and Brittany did their faux-lesbian strip show. They like going on stage ripped...
Jeszika: Why am I meant to believe that.... I don't know who it was if it wasn't you.... same hoodie and you have a stalking history and yet.... the accent...
Craven: Did he sound like me, too? I mean, I'm from New York...
She shakes her head.
Jeszika: He didn't sound like someone from new York... in fact.... he sounded like he come from my neck of the woods....
Craven nods, swallowing hard.
Craven: I've been to the south before, can do a decent impression in some places but...
Jeszika: But what?
Craven: What did he say? I can try and say it like that, if you want?
Jeszika: He said to me... whispered in a sinister voice... just keep telling yourself that....
Craven nods and then tries his best to put on that accent.
Craven: Just keep tellin' yourself that...
Jeszika shakes her head.
Jeszika: It wasn't you..... damn it all....
She grits her teeth.
Jeszika: Fucker’s probably watching me accuse you and laughing....
She looks over at him.
Jeszika: Hope I didn't clock you too hard before...
Craven shakes his head.
Craven: I've had enough today that I barely felt it.
Jeszika: You'll feel it later....
Her eyes fall down to the drugs in the car again
Jeszika: God damn it.... I'm gonna kick myself for asking.... what what you packing in there?
Craven: In the box?
Jeszika: Yeah.
Craven: Xanax, couple of muscle relaxers, three or four pain killers, weed, blow, little bit of meth though I should probably throw it out cause it's kinda crappy.
Jeszika bites her lip.
Jeszika: I shouldn't.... but i need something to numb the pain.... wash the fear from my head...
He nods, looking mildly annoyed.
Craven: Usually have more but Sin had a party and I haven't replaced some of the other stuff yet.
Jeszika: If I did want to have some.... what would recommend?
Craven: Are you sure?
Jeszika: I don't know...
Craven nods.
Craven: I've been there... almost always choose wrong...
Jeszika: I really want some... I need to feel better, but I've worked so hard....
Craven reaches in and closes up his box before leaning out and closing the door.
Craven: Come on, let's go back inside away from the whole idea... are you in Vegas alone? Do you have anybody hear we can call to come get you?
She shakes her head.
Jeszika: I came here alone... The other don't even know I'm here, they just know I'm driving from last show to home... Didnt know I was detouring to here... didn't think to tell them.
Craven: Is there anybody who could come here quick?
He pauses, shrugging slightly.
Craven: Technically I could fly somebody in, they gave me a business account to use for things like that.
Jeszika: They're all back in New Orleans.... I'll be fine to get home... as long as he doesn't follow me..... whoever HE is....
Just then, Brittany and Cynthia "Sin" Conway come walking out the door looking for him.
Brittany: Hey, Ricky... oh, sorry, you're busy...
Sin snaps her fingers in disappointment.
Sin: Damn... was really hoping too.
Craven: For what?
She grins and he doesn't need to ask.
Jeszika: You guys came out here to get drugs didnt you?
Brittany nods to the woman standing there.
Brittany: Who's this?
Sin giggles.
Sin: That's Jeszika Gautier, she wrestles in the same company Rick and Sky do.
Jeszika: I see my reputation precedes me
Brittany looks at Jeszika and then back to her sister.
Brittany: Is she one of them Arsenal chicks you like?
Sin nods happily.
Sin: Yes!
Brittany: Are ya gonna ask her for an autograph?
Sin looks at her sister mortified but Brittany just shrugs.
Brittany: Sin, you just came out here to ask the security guy for something illegal and you're afraid to ask one of your heroes for an autograph?
Sin looks away, blushing.
Craven: What did you guys want?
Brittany nods.
Brittany: Coke, if we got any left.
She glances back at her sister.
Brittany: Though, Sin might need a Xanax now.
Jeszika frowns.
Jeszika: What exactly is Xanax?
Craven: Anti-Anxiety meds, sort of a sedative...
Jeszika: Would they help me.... Not feel any fear nor pain?
Brittany: If you've never had one before... it'll make you not feel a damn thing cause it'll knock you clean on your ass.
Jeszika: So it would knock me out?
Brittany: Or get really close.
Jeszika: Would you recommend it?
Brittany: If you're looking to party and got some kind of upper to go with it, sure. If you're just looking to mellow out a little, maybe.
Jeszika: So coke and that would be good?
She takes a deep breath.
Jeszika: I know I shouldn't but after last night....
Sin: Works for Sky... when she doesn't overdo it.
Brittany nods.
Brittany: Which can be easy to do... I've done it.
Jeszika: I'm so sorry....
She says under her breath before she nods.
Jeszika: Ok... Lets do this.
Craven shakes his head knowingly.
Craven: God help me...
Brittany: You're a lifesaver, Ricky!
Jeszika: Forgive me....
She shakes her head.
Jeszika: Where shall we do this?
Craven: Come on... I've got another batch inside.
Jeszika: Lead the way before I change my mind....
Craven nods and leads the ladies inside, Brittany and Sin both giddy with excitement. Two minutes later, they enter a small office that better resembles a closet than an actual office. Craven walks passed the bare desk and slides a picture of Skylar over to show the safe behind it. He punches in a code, popping it open. A few seconds later there are several vials of coke a bottle of pills on the desk.
Craven: Anything else?
Jeszika eyes go wide.
Jeszika: Are you like a dealer or something?
Brittany laughs.
Brittany: No, he just doesn't want us going out and getting it from guys...
She trails off, the smile suddenly melting away.
Brittany: It's my fault...
Jeszika frowns.
Jeszika: What is?
Sin hugs her sister.
Sin: She used to moonlight off the books and one of the jobs turned out to be Kyle Travis, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown and they beat her.
Jeszika hands clench at that.
Jeszika: Fucking Kyle Travis...
Brittany nods sadly.
Brittany: So he... makes sure that won't happen anymore.
Jeszika: Fair enough....
She looks down at the drugs.
Jeszika: I haven't used anything for 6 months....
Craven nods.
Craven: Well, here it is if... you really... want it...
Jeszika hesitates.
Jeszika: I do...
She shakes her head.
Jeszika: But I shouldn't... i need to get home... i can't do this...
Sin picks up a vial.
Sin: Are you ok?
She shakes her head.
Jeszika: I'd be lying if I said yes....
Brittany: You didn't come here just to party, did you?
Craven shakes his head.
Craven: No, she didn't but...
He trails off and Brittany nods.
Brittany: I get it...
Sin frowns.
Sin: You do?
Jeszika: You do?
Brittany: Stuff happens...
Jeszika: It does.
Brittany picks up a vial just as her younger sister had a second earlier.
Brittany: Glad I don't have to work tonight.
Sin: I'm off for a few days.
Craven watches as Jeszika eyes the pills and the last vial sitting on the desk before her.
Craven: If you want it, it's yours. If you don't, that's ok too. Either way, um, might I suggest you accept accommodations for a day or two? You don't look like you're in any condition to drive back to New Orleans and you definitely won't be if you take any of this.
Jeszika: But I need to get home.... i can't stay..
Sin slowly, almost timidly raises a hand. Craven can't help but smile.
Craven: Cindy, you know this isn't a schoolhouse... you don't need to raise your hand.
Sin nods slowly.
Sin: I'm sorry...
Jeszika: What did you want to say, Cindy?
She starts to answer but can't seem to find the words.
Sin: I... I mean, I could... that is.. I...
Jeszika: You could... what?
Sin steps back, looking like a little girl waiting for somebody to scream at her.
Sin: I could... help drive...
Brittany and Craven both smile, nodding knowingly.
Brittany: God bless you, Cind, don't ever change!
Craven: She's offering to ride along, probably because she legitimately thinks she can help... and you're one of her heroes...
Sin backs up into the wall by the door, bowing her head in shame.
Sin: I know, it's stupid...
Jeszika: You can drive? But you look too young....
Craven: She and Rocket are eighteen, almost nineteen.
Jeszika: Rocket? Oh... is that the guy I met when I first got here?
Craven nods.
Craven: His name's actually Merlyn, but everybody calls him Rocket.
Craven pauses then nods slowly.
Craven: If you looked at him the way you did me when you walked in here, he probably think you're mad at him.
Jeszika: well I was mad at you when I arrived... remember?
Craven nods.
Craven: I do, yes.
He pauses.
Craven: If you want, they can drive with you. Rocket's driven my car some and he tends to stay straighter than Cindy does.
Sin starts to protest but then catches herself and stops.
Jeszika almost laughs.
Jeszika: Someone else drive my car.... yeah that'll be the day...
Brittany: You're seriously gonna drive straight through to New Orleans while flying high? That's... I don't even know how many hours...
Craven shrugs.
Craven: Twenty-seven, give or take half an hour...
Jeszika: I'm not flying high... i haven't taken anything yet....
Craven nods knowingly.
Craven: Yet...
Jeszika looks down at the stuff and bites her lip.
Jeszika: I he crashes my car.... I'll kill him...
Sin looks up in shock.
Sin: What?
Craven nods solemnly raising the radio.
Craven: Rocket?
A voice crackles back over the speaker.
Rocket: Yeah, Dub?
Craven: We need ya in my office.
Rocket: Be there in a sec.
Jeszika eyes are still on the items on the table.
Jeszika: Do I do the coke first or the other one? What was it called again?
Craven: Xanax.
Brittany: I'd say take the pill when you're gonna be comfortable in a seat, wait fifteen/twenty minutes and then have a little blow... it'll sort of... zone you out.
Jeszika nods.
Jeszika: I'm gonna regret this later....
She takes one of the pills between her fingers and looks at it.
Jeszika: Kris... Care... I'm so sorry....
She puts the pill in her mouth and swallows it. Just then the door opens and Rocket comes walking in.
Rocket: What's up, Dub?
Craven nods to Jeszika and Sin.
Craven: You're gonna help get this woman home. She lives in New Orleans so...
He pauses and puts his hand on Rocket's shoulder.
Craven: This is her car... if i find out you got so much as a parking ticket... if you scratch it...
Rocket nods and Craven hugs him, kissing the top of his head.
Craven: Ok... you take care of them then and when you get there we'll have you and Sin fly back, ok? You'll get a little vacation out of this and Sin...
Rocket nods.
Rocket: Ok.
Jeszika: You better look after Bumblebee... or I swear to God....
Rocket nods to her.
Rocket: Yes'm.
Jeszika looks over at him. A feeling of drunkenness passing over her.
Jeszika: Oh man, have i missed feeling this way...
Rocket grabs the bottle of pills on the desk with Sin's name on it and hands it to her along with a couple of vials of powder.
Rocket: Will that hold you?
Sin nods, trying not to burst from excitement. Rocket nods and kisses her lovingly on the mouth.
Rocket: Ok... then, I spose we're ready when you are, Ma'am.
Sin jumps into his arms.
Sin: This is so awesome!
Jeszika: Need to do some coke first.... Otherwise you're having a highly sedated Jez with you in the car. You'll get lost and we'll be in Florida before I woke up...
Rocket: Yes'm.
Sin pops open a vial and holds the scooper out to her.
Jeszika does herself up a line, her fingers doing it with ease as they remember how to do it Then she leans down and takes the line, rubbing her nose as she stands up. Sin follows suit and then stands there for a second in quiet exaltation.
Sin: I just did coke with...
She trails off, scarcely believing it.
Jeszika: Bit star struck there Cindy?
Sin nods slowly and Craven smiles.
Craven: Sometimes we forget she's really still a kid...
Jeszika: Young at heart.
Sin looks away again.
Sin: You guys are makin' fun of me, ain't ya?
Jeszika: I wasn't, but he might have been.
Craven walks over to her and hugs her the same way he had Rocket, kissing her on the head.
Craven: No, I was just saying, sometimes we all forget that you were on your own at a really young age and so you still see things like a kid would.
Jeszika: I wish I could see the world the way you do... so innocently.
Sin bows her head and hugs Craven back.
Sin: If I am... good... it's because of you and Sky.
Jeszika: Well, shall we get going to New Orleans... we got a long drive ahead of us.
Rocket: Yes'm.
Sin: YAY!
She told out her keys on her finger to Rocket.
Jeszika: You scratch it, you're paying for it, got it?
Rocket: Yes'm.
She leads them out to the car as the scene fades out
Jeszika: That bastard.... where is he!
The younger man, Merlyn “Rocket” Harper, swallows hard, taken aback by the woman’s level of rage.
Rocket: Um...
He pauses, confusion written all over his face.
Rocket: Which one?
Jeszika: Craven.... that damned son of a bitch...
Rocket nods, still visibly confused by her outburst.
Rocket: Oh...
Nodding almost knowingly and yet still quite obviously in the dark about what’s really going on here, Rocket raises his radio to his mouth.
Rocket: Dub?
Craven's voice crackles over the radio.
Craven: Yeah?
Rocket: There's um... Jeszika...
He pauses to nod to her.
Rocket: it's Jeszika, right?
She nods stiffly.
Rocket: Jeszika Gautier... I think that's how you say it... here to see you?
Craven: Does she want to come out to me or does she want me to come in there?
Jeszika: I'll go to him just point me in the direction of that ass hole. ...
Rocket nods affirmatively.
Rocket: She's coming to you.
Lowering the radio, he motions to the door.
Rocket: Outside, he's in the black car that sort of watches the front door.
She walks off without a word heading in the direction she spoke of. Once there she pounds on the drivers door and waits for him to get out of the car. She wanted to face him face to face not through the window of a car. Craven blinks and opens the door, stepping out.
Craven: Um... hi?
Without a word she takes a swing at him.
Craven: Ow, damn, did I do something while I was stoned or something?
Jeszika: Oh don't play dumb, Craven... i know it was you.... two months of stalking and the coming to me while I was in the shower last night and choking me out.. oh and for the record I hate roses... that's not something you can pass off as being high.... given your past of stalking girls…
Craven: I'm sure some people would say I don't have to play... but ok, what did i do?
Jeszika: I've been sent roses... videos of me inside my house... then last night you came into my locker room after my match grabbed me while I was in the shower.. i asked what you wanted and... you... you told me you wanted me then proceeded to choke me out...
Craven stands up, moving aside to rub his face and exposing his open box of poisons in the car.
Craven: I know I've been hammered to black out before... but I'm pretty sure I'd remember that...
He shrugs, nodding in acknowledgment.
Craven: Granted, I took a couple of pills ten minutes ago so...
He glances back into the car and then at Jeszika.
Craven: Oh, shit, I'm sorry... you were tryin' to clean up.. I should close that.
Jeszika's eyes fall to what he's talking about and she takes a step back as an incredible need I overcomes her.
Jeszika: Oh man...
She shakes her head.
Jeszika: Of course you'd deny it... but he was wearing a green hoodie just like the one you’re wearing right now...
Craven raises his hands.
Craven: I... you're a beautiful woman and all but, I've never touched... damn, I shouldn't have taken one of Sky's Xanax pills...
He blinks and rubs his eyes.
Craven: Really not mixing well with the others...
Jeszika: Ok, humor me then.... if it wasn't you... where were you last night?
Craven: Sitting here, snorting some really strong blow before Sky, Sin and Brittany did their faux-lesbian strip show. They like going on stage ripped...
Jeszika: Why am I meant to believe that.... I don't know who it was if it wasn't you.... same hoodie and you have a stalking history and yet.... the accent...
Craven: Did he sound like me, too? I mean, I'm from New York...
She shakes her head.
Jeszika: He didn't sound like someone from new York... in fact.... he sounded like he come from my neck of the woods....
Craven nods, swallowing hard.
Craven: I've been to the south before, can do a decent impression in some places but...
Jeszika: But what?
Craven: What did he say? I can try and say it like that, if you want?
Jeszika: He said to me... whispered in a sinister voice... just keep telling yourself that....
Craven nods and then tries his best to put on that accent.
Craven: Just keep tellin' yourself that...
Jeszika shakes her head.
Jeszika: It wasn't you..... damn it all....
She grits her teeth.
Jeszika: Fucker’s probably watching me accuse you and laughing....
She looks over at him.
Jeszika: Hope I didn't clock you too hard before...
Craven shakes his head.
Craven: I've had enough today that I barely felt it.
Jeszika: You'll feel it later....
Her eyes fall down to the drugs in the car again
Jeszika: God damn it.... I'm gonna kick myself for asking.... what what you packing in there?
Craven: In the box?
Jeszika: Yeah.
Craven: Xanax, couple of muscle relaxers, three or four pain killers, weed, blow, little bit of meth though I should probably throw it out cause it's kinda crappy.
Jeszika bites her lip.
Jeszika: I shouldn't.... but i need something to numb the pain.... wash the fear from my head...
He nods, looking mildly annoyed.
Craven: Usually have more but Sin had a party and I haven't replaced some of the other stuff yet.
Jeszika: If I did want to have some.... what would recommend?
Craven: Are you sure?
Jeszika: I don't know...
Craven nods.
Craven: I've been there... almost always choose wrong...
Jeszika: I really want some... I need to feel better, but I've worked so hard....
Craven reaches in and closes up his box before leaning out and closing the door.
Craven: Come on, let's go back inside away from the whole idea... are you in Vegas alone? Do you have anybody hear we can call to come get you?
She shakes her head.
Jeszika: I came here alone... The other don't even know I'm here, they just know I'm driving from last show to home... Didnt know I was detouring to here... didn't think to tell them.
Craven: Is there anybody who could come here quick?
He pauses, shrugging slightly.
Craven: Technically I could fly somebody in, they gave me a business account to use for things like that.
Jeszika: They're all back in New Orleans.... I'll be fine to get home... as long as he doesn't follow me..... whoever HE is....
Just then, Brittany and Cynthia "Sin" Conway come walking out the door looking for him.
Brittany: Hey, Ricky... oh, sorry, you're busy...
Sin snaps her fingers in disappointment.
Sin: Damn... was really hoping too.
Craven: For what?
She grins and he doesn't need to ask.
Jeszika: You guys came out here to get drugs didnt you?
Brittany nods to the woman standing there.
Brittany: Who's this?
Sin giggles.
Sin: That's Jeszika Gautier, she wrestles in the same company Rick and Sky do.
Jeszika: I see my reputation precedes me
Brittany looks at Jeszika and then back to her sister.
Brittany: Is she one of them Arsenal chicks you like?
Sin nods happily.
Sin: Yes!
Brittany: Are ya gonna ask her for an autograph?
Sin looks at her sister mortified but Brittany just shrugs.
Brittany: Sin, you just came out here to ask the security guy for something illegal and you're afraid to ask one of your heroes for an autograph?
Sin looks away, blushing.
Craven: What did you guys want?
Brittany nods.
Brittany: Coke, if we got any left.
She glances back at her sister.
Brittany: Though, Sin might need a Xanax now.
Jeszika frowns.
Jeszika: What exactly is Xanax?
Craven: Anti-Anxiety meds, sort of a sedative...
Jeszika: Would they help me.... Not feel any fear nor pain?
Brittany: If you've never had one before... it'll make you not feel a damn thing cause it'll knock you clean on your ass.
Jeszika: So it would knock me out?
Brittany: Or get really close.
Jeszika: Would you recommend it?
Brittany: If you're looking to party and got some kind of upper to go with it, sure. If you're just looking to mellow out a little, maybe.
Jeszika: So coke and that would be good?
She takes a deep breath.
Jeszika: I know I shouldn't but after last night....
Sin: Works for Sky... when she doesn't overdo it.
Brittany nods.
Brittany: Which can be easy to do... I've done it.
Jeszika: I'm so sorry....
She says under her breath before she nods.
Jeszika: Ok... Lets do this.
Craven shakes his head knowingly.
Craven: God help me...
Brittany: You're a lifesaver, Ricky!
Jeszika: Forgive me....
She shakes her head.
Jeszika: Where shall we do this?
Craven: Come on... I've got another batch inside.
Jeszika: Lead the way before I change my mind....
Craven nods and leads the ladies inside, Brittany and Sin both giddy with excitement. Two minutes later, they enter a small office that better resembles a closet than an actual office. Craven walks passed the bare desk and slides a picture of Skylar over to show the safe behind it. He punches in a code, popping it open. A few seconds later there are several vials of coke a bottle of pills on the desk.
Craven: Anything else?
Jeszika eyes go wide.
Jeszika: Are you like a dealer or something?
Brittany laughs.
Brittany: No, he just doesn't want us going out and getting it from guys...
She trails off, the smile suddenly melting away.
Brittany: It's my fault...
Jeszika frowns.
Jeszika: What is?
Sin hugs her sister.
Sin: She used to moonlight off the books and one of the jobs turned out to be Kyle Travis, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown and they beat her.
Jeszika hands clench at that.
Jeszika: Fucking Kyle Travis...
Brittany nods sadly.
Brittany: So he... makes sure that won't happen anymore.
Jeszika: Fair enough....
She looks down at the drugs.
Jeszika: I haven't used anything for 6 months....
Craven nods.
Craven: Well, here it is if... you really... want it...
Jeszika hesitates.
Jeszika: I do...
She shakes her head.
Jeszika: But I shouldn't... i need to get home... i can't do this...
Sin picks up a vial.
Sin: Are you ok?
She shakes her head.
Jeszika: I'd be lying if I said yes....
Brittany: You didn't come here just to party, did you?
Craven shakes his head.
Craven: No, she didn't but...
He trails off and Brittany nods.
Brittany: I get it...
Sin frowns.
Sin: You do?
Jeszika: You do?
Brittany: Stuff happens...
Jeszika: It does.
Brittany picks up a vial just as her younger sister had a second earlier.
Brittany: Glad I don't have to work tonight.
Sin: I'm off for a few days.
Craven watches as Jeszika eyes the pills and the last vial sitting on the desk before her.
Craven: If you want it, it's yours. If you don't, that's ok too. Either way, um, might I suggest you accept accommodations for a day or two? You don't look like you're in any condition to drive back to New Orleans and you definitely won't be if you take any of this.
Jeszika: But I need to get home.... i can't stay..
Sin slowly, almost timidly raises a hand. Craven can't help but smile.
Craven: Cindy, you know this isn't a schoolhouse... you don't need to raise your hand.
Sin nods slowly.
Sin: I'm sorry...
Jeszika: What did you want to say, Cindy?
She starts to answer but can't seem to find the words.
Sin: I... I mean, I could... that is.. I...
Jeszika: You could... what?
Sin steps back, looking like a little girl waiting for somebody to scream at her.
Sin: I could... help drive...
Brittany and Craven both smile, nodding knowingly.
Brittany: God bless you, Cind, don't ever change!
Craven: She's offering to ride along, probably because she legitimately thinks she can help... and you're one of her heroes...
Sin backs up into the wall by the door, bowing her head in shame.
Sin: I know, it's stupid...
Jeszika: You can drive? But you look too young....
Craven: She and Rocket are eighteen, almost nineteen.
Jeszika: Rocket? Oh... is that the guy I met when I first got here?
Craven nods.
Craven: His name's actually Merlyn, but everybody calls him Rocket.
Craven pauses then nods slowly.
Craven: If you looked at him the way you did me when you walked in here, he probably think you're mad at him.
Jeszika: well I was mad at you when I arrived... remember?
Craven nods.
Craven: I do, yes.
He pauses.
Craven: If you want, they can drive with you. Rocket's driven my car some and he tends to stay straighter than Cindy does.
Sin starts to protest but then catches herself and stops.
Jeszika almost laughs.
Jeszika: Someone else drive my car.... yeah that'll be the day...
Brittany: You're seriously gonna drive straight through to New Orleans while flying high? That's... I don't even know how many hours...
Craven shrugs.
Craven: Twenty-seven, give or take half an hour...
Jeszika: I'm not flying high... i haven't taken anything yet....
Craven nods knowingly.
Craven: Yet...
Jeszika looks down at the stuff and bites her lip.
Jeszika: I he crashes my car.... I'll kill him...
Sin looks up in shock.
Sin: What?
Craven nods solemnly raising the radio.
Craven: Rocket?
A voice crackles back over the speaker.
Rocket: Yeah, Dub?
Craven: We need ya in my office.
Rocket: Be there in a sec.
Jeszika eyes are still on the items on the table.
Jeszika: Do I do the coke first or the other one? What was it called again?
Craven: Xanax.
Brittany: I'd say take the pill when you're gonna be comfortable in a seat, wait fifteen/twenty minutes and then have a little blow... it'll sort of... zone you out.
Jeszika nods.
Jeszika: I'm gonna regret this later....
She takes one of the pills between her fingers and looks at it.
Jeszika: Kris... Care... I'm so sorry....
She puts the pill in her mouth and swallows it. Just then the door opens and Rocket comes walking in.
Rocket: What's up, Dub?
Craven nods to Jeszika and Sin.
Craven: You're gonna help get this woman home. She lives in New Orleans so...
He pauses and puts his hand on Rocket's shoulder.
Craven: This is her car... if i find out you got so much as a parking ticket... if you scratch it...
Rocket nods and Craven hugs him, kissing the top of his head.
Craven: Ok... you take care of them then and when you get there we'll have you and Sin fly back, ok? You'll get a little vacation out of this and Sin...
Rocket nods.
Rocket: Ok.
Jeszika: You better look after Bumblebee... or I swear to God....
Rocket nods to her.
Rocket: Yes'm.
Jeszika looks over at him. A feeling of drunkenness passing over her.
Jeszika: Oh man, have i missed feeling this way...
Rocket grabs the bottle of pills on the desk with Sin's name on it and hands it to her along with a couple of vials of powder.
Rocket: Will that hold you?
Sin nods, trying not to burst from excitement. Rocket nods and kisses her lovingly on the mouth.
Rocket: Ok... then, I spose we're ready when you are, Ma'am.
Sin jumps into his arms.
Sin: This is so awesome!
Jeszika: Need to do some coke first.... Otherwise you're having a highly sedated Jez with you in the car. You'll get lost and we'll be in Florida before I woke up...
Rocket: Yes'm.
Sin pops open a vial and holds the scooper out to her.
Jeszika does herself up a line, her fingers doing it with ease as they remember how to do it Then she leans down and takes the line, rubbing her nose as she stands up. Sin follows suit and then stands there for a second in quiet exaltation.
Sin: I just did coke with...
She trails off, scarcely believing it.
Jeszika: Bit star struck there Cindy?
Sin nods slowly and Craven smiles.
Craven: Sometimes we forget she's really still a kid...
Jeszika: Young at heart.
Sin looks away again.
Sin: You guys are makin' fun of me, ain't ya?
Jeszika: I wasn't, but he might have been.
Craven walks over to her and hugs her the same way he had Rocket, kissing her on the head.
Craven: No, I was just saying, sometimes we all forget that you were on your own at a really young age and so you still see things like a kid would.
Jeszika: I wish I could see the world the way you do... so innocently.
Sin bows her head and hugs Craven back.
Sin: If I am... good... it's because of you and Sky.
Jeszika: Well, shall we get going to New Orleans... we got a long drive ahead of us.
Rocket: Yes'm.
Sin: YAY!
She told out her keys on her finger to Rocket.
Jeszika: You scratch it, you're paying for it, got it?
Rocket: Yes'm.
She leads them out to the car as the scene fades out
