Jackie

"I have a love/hate relationship with all the promos I get to do for all my upcoming projects, but I am so tired right now, I just want to sleep for a week." @ggstarterblog

"Well maybe you won't take so many jobs back to back so you won't be as busy." She joked and looked at Tony.

"Okay, so you're telling me that in a world where dopplegangers, vampires, people who can manipulate shadows, people who can ride dragons, and all the other bullshit we know to be true here in Manhattan, is acceptable to you? But already thinking that the Yankees will have a good season this year is crazy?" @ggstarterblog

"Yes, yes I am." Jackie said with a laugh. "Come on Elijah, you and I both know that their good seasons are a fluke, I mean, better than the Red Sox but still."

"Mhm, mhm, hold that thought." Marilyn held her finger up and picked up her glass of wine, quickly finishing the contents, she cleared her throat and asked, "What are you bitching about?" @ggstarterblog

"Our dear mother." Jackie said with a laugh and looked at her sister. "Have you talked to her lately? She's back off the deep end, Mar."

"We should! The older movies were just...better and I don't really mean that in a bad way, but they just feel more timeless and classic."

"No,, I very much get what you're saying." Jackie promised with a smile. "There's just something more..aesthetically pleasing about them, you know?"

"I feel like we're not making a big enough deal that we're getting The Devil Wears Prada 2 and Practical Magic 2 this year." @ggstarterblog

Hanna gave her an understanding look. “Moms in a mood can shift the entire atmosphere of a house,” she said gently. “Sometimes stepping outside is the healthiest move you can make.” She wrapped both hands around her coffee, relaxed. “I am just taking a breather from something dull,” Hanna added. “Nothing dramatic, just reclaiming a little peace. What does enjoying your day look like now that you are free?”

"A breather from something dull?" She raised a brow. "Is it a date, if it's a date, you can always make it more interesting." She said with a smile. "I am going to go to Central Park, maybe play tourist and just be obnoxious."

Hanna laughed softly and shook her head. “That is thoughtful of you, but no emergency extraction required,” she said. “Anyone I am avoiding can survive a little disappointment.” She glanced around the café, then back at Jackie. “If anything, I am enjoying not having to be anywhere for once,” Hanna added. “What about you though, you avoiding or just enjoying your day?”

"The only person I'm avoiding is my mom. She's in one of her moods again." Jackie shrugged. "Now that I'm out of the house though, I am very much enjoying my day. How about you?"

Hanna sat perched on the edge of a café table she definitely did not order from, sunglasses pushed into her hair and phone abandoned face down like she was daring it to interrupt her. She scanned the street with lazy confidence, lips curved in a half smile that suggested she already knew something everyone else did not.

"Kind of a mix of both if I'm being honest." Jackie looked at Hanna. "Do I need to get you out of here before someone you want to avoid shows up?"

“Thank you,” she says with a small, appreciative smile. “And that’s reassuring. I was starting to think the sidewalk was holding a grudge.” She glances down at the covers, then back up at Jackie. “Something like that,” she admits. “I tend to carry books around even when I don’t have a specific destination. I’m Rory. It’s nice to meet you.”

"I'm Jackie, it's nice to meet you too, Rory." Jackie smiled at her and laughed. "I am into books, yeah, but right now, the majorty of my time reading is spent on stuff for classes, and not for fun."

Jackie looked at Cassian and exhaled. "I don't really know." She admitted. "I do wnat to thank you though, for the other night at Dumbo Hall. That shithead would not leave me alone until you stepped in and I really appreciate it."

Phone in her right hand and a takeaway coffee in the other, her favorite book tucked securely against her arm, Rory walks through the streets of Manhattan, letting the good weather do most of the comforting. She checks her email as she goes, already braced for disappointment. The inbox is crowded with polite rejections and careful phrasing, each one insisting it “wasn’t the right fit.” Still, she keeps scrolling. She always does.

Jackie had just finished sending a text when Rory ran into her and she looked at the other person. "I promise you, it's okay." She said with a smile and put her phone back into her purse. "I also was not paying attention, so you're not all to blame." She promised and bent down to help her pick up her books.