Jessica was still wearing her tiara come Friday. Really, it was never leaving her head except when she was sleeping or showering. She was a princess, and everyone should know that.

Jessica had a tiara on. Over the weekend, since she was sick of the snow, she'd made a trip back to her Bon Temps. She hadn't been there since she'd run away after accidentally killing that trucker (and she really did wonder what happened to the body, but she wasn't going to ask if no one mentioned it), and things were very different. Sookie had ( Read more... )

Still with the snow and the cold. This sucked. By way of dealing, Jessica was making fruity tropical drinks with little umbrellas in them for anyone who might venture into the bar.

Even the beer had umbrellas.

Yes, even her TruBlood had an umbrella.

As a southern girl, Jessica hated the snow. So she thought the island's new location sucked. It was enough to make her consider taking a trip back home to escape it. She could visit her Sookie and maybe her Bill to see what had been going on since she left Bon Temps ( Read more... )

Jessica was elated not to be a pony anymore, and she'd celebrated by glamoring a regency lady she'd run into on the way to the Devil's Nest and having a few sips of her blood, just enough to take the edge off her cravings. "You go find someplace to sit down for awhile," she said when she was done. "And drink lots of water. And don't lift ( Read more... )

"The island," Jack announced to no one in particular as he wandered into Caritas for the first day of his new job, "is full of ponies ( Read more... )

Jessica had wandered into Caritas after sunset just in time to catch Tino slicing open his finger as he chopped some limes at the bar. At the sight of the blood, her fangs had popped out, and, well, she'd pretty much been drooling. Tino had shrieked like a little girl and flung some lines at her ( Read more... )

Listening to the music the DJ was playing tonight, Jessica was firmly convinced he was on some kind of drug. Which in turn her had wondering what it would be like to drink the blood of someone who was on drugs. And that thought just made her hungry, so hopefully the DJ wouldn't notice her staring at his neck all night.

Jessica didn't arrive at the club until well after 9:00. "Yesterday was the first day of summer, wasn't it?" she bitched to no one in particular. "So that means the sun's gonna start settin' sooner, right?"

Stupid sunlight. It so wasn't her fault that she was stuck in her apartment until the sun went down.

Jessica had just gotten herself a new phone and was thoroughly occupied with downloading apps and playing around with it.

Getting her attention might be difficult.