I do some stupid things

[mademyhell]

Who: mademyhell  and hexyoutotuesday 
When: Backdated to Wednesday.
Where: Outside the JTC apartment building, then the apartment.
Summary: Someone's overworked, and someone else is a motherhen even if he's never going to admit it.
Warnings: Language. It's these two. And  I feel like I should always warn for emo even if it's probably not a very angsty log cause...LOOK AT HIM.

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[hexyoutotuesday]

All Jinx had been doing since she got back to Siren's Port was working. Working to catch up with friends, working to sort out personal things, and working for Sander Cohen. The last one, by far, was the hardest. Three months away from the theater did not make her lose her talent. Not by a long shot. But it made her forget the most recent steps she had learned, meaning she was far behind even the dumbest dancers of the Felton stage. This led to her spending at least 16 hours a day at the theater. For the past several days.

Needless to say, the young sorceress was absolutely exhausted.

When she was finally allowed to leave the theater for the evening, she was on autopilot the entire way home. Anyone in her situation would be, really. Her feet were blistered and bleeding, bandaged in her boots. Her stomach was in need of a large helping of take-out chow mein. She was probably going to do nothing but sleep when she finally got home. Hell, she was half asleep right then. Her eyes could barely stay open as she fumbled her way home, hands

[mademyhell]

"Yeah...Yeah, you do." Trauma watched her warily, like he was expecting her to fall over on the spot and brain herself on the brick wall. Which, really, he kind of was

[hexyoutotuesday]

"Hi," Jinx said simply, half a grin on her face. While Trauma and Claudio had watched her wander around half dead for the past several days, sleep deprivation had put Jinx in her own little world. She thought she was a pretty amazing girl, because every morning she woke up in her own bed. Of course she had little idea how she got there, but at least she made it. Most people would pass out on the floor the moment they walked through the front door, but not Jinx.

...either that or the boys had been carrying her there every night. She liked to think she had enough will power to drag herself into her bedroom before falling asleep on the kitchen table again. There was a faint memory or two of singing Queen while in Trauma's arms, but that could very well be a recurring dream she just had not come to terms with yet.

"What?" Jinx blinked a few times, trying to figure out what he said. "Oh! Yeah... sure. Whatever. I'm just home to the Chinese." And then she took her left hand, still bandaged, out of her pocket and pointed in what she

[mademyhell]

"...Jinx, the Chinese place is that way." He said, pointing in the exact opposite direction. Considering the fact that up until this moment he'd been pretty sure she could find that place blindfolded and deaf (...Which she might actually be able to, but sleep deprived was out of the question) this whole situation had him a little worried.

And not just because he was pretty sure she was likely to walk into traffic because she blinked too long.

That would go bad for the traffic.

He glared at her...Then in the direction of work. Well. Fuck. He couldn't exactly leave her like this, he wasn't that much of an asshole even on his worst days.

He sighed like he was the most put upon person in the universe (which, at the moment, he kind of thought he might be) and he began to direct her back towards the apartment.

"Come on, we can talk Chinese politics back at the apartment. If we call and offer them Tibet they might give us food."