They had lights inside their eyes.

[hostage]

Who: Jesse Pinkman, Mary Winchester, Lisbeth Salander
When: Morning of Sunday, September 9
Where: Jesse's house
Summary: The girls realize Jesse's on a serious bender.
Warnings: D...rugs...


[Jesse paces the living room. It's become his lair. He's barely seen his bedroom in five days and he hasn't really slept in that much time, either. The den would be filthy if Lisbeth wasn't around to keep cleaning up after him, because taking care of the house is the furthest thing from his mind. He does this now: pacing, checking the windows and the shadowy corners, (inexplicably) staring into the empty fireplace... He has music blaring all the time. He plays video games for endless hours.

Right now, though... Right now, just pacing. It's early and he doesn't think Lisbeth's even awake yet, so it's quiet.]

Comments

[momchester]

[It's too late. Mary sees some something on the table before Jesse sweeps it up, and of course the putting-away motions are even more suspicious by themselves. Not that she knows what it is from the sliver of the living room she can see, but.

She looks back at Lisbeth and smiles.]

Hi. Um. Bad time?

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth can hear him scrambling in the living room, but she doesn't react at all. She merely blinks tiredly at Mary - her eyelids holding the blink for a second longer - before answering her question.]

No, we just got up. Come in.

[hostage]

[Jesse catches Mary's eye for just a second, but it's long enough for him to assume he's been caught. He curses under his breath and gives up, sinking onto the couch. He resists the urge to cradle his head in his hands, instead pulling out a cigarette and lighter to busy himself.]