#flynn1

Super Mario Party | First Look

The echo of Jessie's boots clicked against the silence that sounded throughout the asylum, the halls dimly lit, the sight of the soft falling snow a picturesque sight outside passing windows. It made the corners of Jessie's lips turn down in distaste as she eyed the sight, goosebumps pricking along her flesh from looking alone. Snow and extreme cold weather were foreign concepts to the cowgirl. But then, Jessie had been subjected to a whole range of new concepts since coming to the asylum. The mere thought alone made her pace quicken, her dark eyes round as she glanced over her shoulder, cautious to anyone following her. It was bad enough she was doing what she was about to do, but for anyone else to know... Jessie shook her head. No. She decided what the asylum and the freaks in it heard about her. She was in control.

At least, that's what she told herself. The southern brunette remembered the path well, since the memory was practically seared into her mind. Her pulse spiked within her veins, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she drew closer, the air around her practically humming with anticipation. Fuckin' snap outta it, she mentally scorned herself. Since when were you a hormonal virgin on her fuckin' weddin' night? It was true. Jessie felt herself still, Flynn's door just in her line of sight. Before, he had pursued her, which in Jessie's eyes, somehow made it okay. To her, it wasn't giving in, not really. Though now, as she eyed the door, her internal conflict warring inside of her, Jessie found that there was something almost... weak in her coming to him. She lived on a false image of herself, that she was some powerful bitch that would make people wither at a single cold stare. She knew deep down that she was just another fucked up crazy, but that didn't mean others had to know.

Turn around, it was such a simple thing and yet, Jessie stayed rooted to the spot, still eyeing the door. You run this shit hole, you don't beg for anything, least of all sex. You don't need sex. And yet, Jessie found that a part of her was lonely, empty. She was so terrible at relationships that she didn't dare begin one, so that gaping hope within her needed to be filled some other way. Most likely with Flynn's dick. The voice in her head kept telling her to go back to her room, that being out this late would get her into trouble. But then, Jessie countered, didn't she revel in trouble? Closing the distance between her and the door, Jessie had one more thought before she knocked, rapping against the wood hard, twice. What if there's someone else there? You'd look pretty stupid an' desperate then. It was that thought that almost made her bolt, only for the door to open, revealing Flynn Rider himself. Too late, Jess. 'Sides, you're the only one crazy enough around here to be doin' this.