[ Jesse is standing slouched against the wall by the entrance of the inn when the chick slips out the door. Dressed in light grey scrubs, a hand buried casually in one of the side pockets, he eyes her while taking a deep drag from the joint pinched between his thumb and finger. Watches the way she seems flustered, agitated by something. He's giving her a quick up and down appraisal, when she suddenly turns to him with that question.
A raise of his brow as he exhales a thick cloud of resiny smoke. Damn. Is it just his imagination, or is she sweating buckets? ]
Uh... Like, out here, you mean? Not that I've noticed, yo. [ Bringing the joint back up to his mouth, but not before adding: ] ...You okay?
heat wave
A raise of his brow as he exhales a thick cloud of resiny smoke. Damn. Is it just his imagination, or is she sweating buckets? ]
Uh... Like, out here, you mean? Not that I've noticed, yo. [ Bringing the joint back up to his mouth, but not before adding: ] ...You okay?