Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
"Aye well, he's done some foolish shit since then," Jenny argued with a scowl. "Ten years it's been an' a lot's changed. Ten years! An' y'know what? He missed it. Our anniversary...Jack's ninth birthday...the twins...He's missin' all of it!" She took another long, deep drink. God this felt good! She'd hate herself in the morning and she knew it; swearing, drinking to excess, noticing not for the first time how very damned attractive Ion was...but that was tomorrow. This was tonight.
"Oi! Don't you tell me how ta drink!" Jenny tried to pull her drink back, nudging him with her foot. She'd set aside her shoes and stockings a cup ago, wanting to feel the grass beneath her feet. "I'm the one works in a pub! Plus I'm Irish an' we know how ta drink! So don't you try to boss me!" A grin sneaked over her lips as she played at tug of war with the mug. She giggled as cider sloshed out down his shirt. "You did deserve it," she agreed. "Waste of good booze that is. Oughtta be ashamed." With another grin she allowed him to pull away her mug and grabbed his, drinking away what he had spilled from hers. "Penance," she assured him with a nod, setting his cup down.
Then he asked her to dance. Jenny, sober Jenny, never would have; he was obviously interested in her, she was upset and inebriated, and her husband wasn't around. But those were all the reasons drunk Jenny took his hand with a smile. This would fix John's wagon! Show him for turning pirate and dying, never saying a word--not a damn word!--or sending money or anything. A dance with a charming gypsy man would show him for leaving his wife and children! Jenny rose and with a laugh pulled Ion out to where others were dancing as well while she stood all too close to him.
"Oi! Don't you tell me how ta drink!" Jenny tried to pull her drink back, nudging him with her foot. She'd set aside her shoes and stockings a cup ago, wanting to feel the grass beneath her feet. "I'm the one works in a pub! Plus I'm Irish an' we know how ta drink! So don't you try to boss me!" A grin sneaked over her lips as she played at tug of war with the mug. She giggled as cider sloshed out down his shirt. "You did deserve it," she agreed. "Waste of good booze that is. Oughtta be ashamed." With another grin she allowed him to pull away her mug and grabbed his, drinking away what he had spilled from hers. "Penance," she assured him with a nod, setting his cup down.
Then he asked her to dance. Jenny, sober Jenny, never would have; he was obviously interested in her, she was upset and inebriated, and her husband wasn't around. But those were all the reasons drunk Jenny took his hand with a smile. This would fix John's wagon! Show him for turning pirate and dying, never saying a word--not a damn word!--or sending money or anything. A dance with a charming gypsy man would show him for leaving his wife and children! Jenny rose and with a laugh pulled Ion out to where others were dancing as well while she stood all too close to him.