[ One eye cracks open to look up at him. A smirk touches her face as he can't come up with a way to describe how it feels. Alan Wake of all people--famous writer of the Alex Casey novels. It might not need a description for the moment. Not until the insanity is over and they can leave Bright Falls. ]
Well, the place belongs to a pair of rock gods. Right? They probably have something for it downstairs.
[ A beat passes before Jesse gently squeezes him. Then, she pulls away. She sits up and slides from the bed they've taken over.
« How do we explain that we slept together in a house belonging to a pair of rock gods? Probably best if we don't tell anyone at all. » ]
I'm surprised Barry hasn't made a sound. Does he usually sleep like a log? [ She runs her hands through her hair to straighten it and then slides back into the bottom half of her underwear and jeans. ] Or is that because of the moonshine you two had?
[ Jesse turns to look at him. Hands lift to her hair to resit her ponytail. ] Do ... you think you'll go back to writing after this? I mean, writing the actual novel called "Departure."
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Well, the place belongs to a pair of rock gods. Right? They probably have something for it downstairs.
[ A beat passes before Jesse gently squeezes him. Then, she pulls away. She sits up and slides from the bed they've taken over.
« How do we explain that we slept together in a house belonging to a pair of rock gods? Probably best if we don't tell anyone at all. » ]
I'm surprised Barry hasn't made a sound. Does he usually sleep like a log? [ She runs her hands through her hair to straighten it and then slides back into the bottom half of her underwear and jeans. ] Or is that because of the moonshine you two had?
[ Jesse turns to look at him. Hands lift to her hair to resit her ponytail. ] Do ... you think you'll go back to writing after this? I mean, writing the actual novel called "Departure."