who: @jessehart when: late late on jacqui's birthday. potentially technically the day after where: hex nightclub
Jacqui was drunk.
It was their birthday, so they should be drunk, but they had definitely succeeded at that mission, a fairly large number of drinks having been bought and handed to them without them even finishing the one they had already been working on. But, as they stood waiting for the bathroom, head tipped back against the wall (definitely drunk, then, because who knows what was coming off the dingy wall onto the hair they had spent so long getting perfectly styled for the night out) of the bar, that the realization hit - they were drunk. Maybe it was the moment of separation, waiting in the at least a bit quieter hall that lead to the bathroom alone, or the fact that if they hadn't been leaning, they may well have tipped over at this point, but in that moment, it became very clear.
In fact, they were drunk enough that when they turned their head towards the sound of another person's footsteps entering the hall where the bathrooms were and saw Jesse, they thought it was entirely possible that he was a figment of their imagination. He had been one of few people that Jacqui hadn't invited to come out with them that night, after all. They stared at him for a few long breaths, head still tipped back against the wall, before they finally spoke. "Why are you here?" they asked, words not unkind or accusatory - just confused. Even though it was a public club and all. Of all places, on all nights, at all times for him to be going down that hallway...why was it when she was?
