#l0st0nesx

Jessica had just moved back into town. She wasn't ready to rev up old skeletons from her closet so the brunette had gotten a job at an old, run down pub. Normally she worked during the day, but tonight had been remotely busy and they called her in for an extra shift. All night had been absolutely crazy. Jessica was in no mood to deal with dumb people. She had already kicked three drunk men out for flirting with her and trying to feel her up. Hearing a strange, male voice call her "dollface" made her cringe. She leaned up off the counter top and walked toward him, “I have a name you know.” Jessica pulled her hair back into a ponytail before grabbing the bottle. She sat it on the counter before cracking the bottle open and sliding it toward him, “Anything else?” She asked, wiping her hands on a white towel tired around the belt loop of her low riding, black jeans. The older gentleman mumbled something, and the brunette rolled her eyes. Hearing a familiar voice, she raised her chocolate brown eyes up and met the gaze of someone from her past. The last person she wanted to see in fact.