A/N: Partially inspired by the Eberg song "Inside Your Head", the spoiler pics for 3x16, and sleep deprivation. But I don't think it turned out completely insane. Un-beta'ed so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: GG/these characters aren't mine. Unfortunately. If they were we'd be moving to HBO.
Her head was throbbing. "Jesus," Jenny mumbled, forcing her eyes open, "That was quick."
A brunette leaned over her, filling her view. "Quick? Is that what you're in this for? Oblivion? Stat?"
The brunette sauntered away and Jenny sat up gingerly. The white room was unfamiliar.
"Where's—" she began, her voice cracking. She tried to swallow the Sahara in her throat and tried again. "Where's Damien?" She squinted and attempted to focus on the other woman but the light made her head pound harder.
The brunette raised an eyebrow and gestured around the room. She replied snidely, "Not here."
Jenny struggled to her knees, breathing deeply and blinking to clear the black dots in her vision. "He would—" she closed her eyes to block out the light completely and brought a hand to her face, "He wouldn't just take off and leave me here."
The brunette rolled her eyes at Jenny's sentiment and a scoff blew past her lips. "Damien? Are we talking about the same noble drug dealer?"
Jenny forced her eyes open, ignoring the young woman's incredulity. "What happened to my head? And what time is it?" She met the brunette's eyes.
"You don't remember?" the girl prompted skeptically.
Jenny shifted back to sit on her butt and stretched her legs out in front of her. "Obviously not since I just asked you," she retorted.
The brunette rolled her eyes as Jenny shifted uncomfortably, head spinning. Frustrated, the brunette huffed a breath and stomped towards Jenny's prone form, hiking her dress up with one hand as she went. She dropped down in front of Jenny to balance on the balls of her feet. "You're unconscious!" the brunette shouted, shaking Jenny by the shoulders.
Jenny grabbed the brunette's arms in an attempt to steady her vision. "What?!" Jenny exclaimed bewildered. "I was unconscious? The last thing I remember is (Damien, the club, and) taking the—"
"—pills?!" the brunette erupted, leaning closer. Jenny's mouth snapped shut with an audible 'pop'. The brunette forged on. "And not was unconscious, you are unconscious, Jenny. Look around. Have you ever seen an obscenely bright, white room like this? That's because we're in your head."
The confusion was obvious on Jenny's face. "What? H--How do you know my name?" she asked, shifting again against the uncomfortable tingling in her fingers. She flexed her hands trying to dispel the feeling. If only her ears would stop ringing she could make some sense of this whole mess.
The brunette dropped her eyes to the floor between she and Jenny and took a moment to shift to her knees. When she met Jenny's gaze again there was a determined fire in her eyes. She leaned in. "You're in the bathroom Jenny. And you need to get out of here before you feel like complete shit. Don't go home; your Dad can't see you like this. Go to Chuck's. Spend the night. He'll be pissed but he'll protect you." The brunette paused to heave a sigh. She looked downtrodden. "No more, Jenny," her words hung heavy with implication. "Time to wake up. Wake up, Jenny. Jenny, wake up!"
***
"Jenny! Jenny wake up!" Hazel's shrill soprano cut deep through the mental fog, jerking Jenny back to consciousness. Her eyelids dragged open slowly. She felt heavy. Everywhere. She struggled to speak but Hazel was already dragging her to her feet with the help of Penelope and Mindy. "What were you doing on the floor?" Hazel queried, disgust coloring her words. "Do you know what you can catch from these floors?"
Mindy chimed in perkily, "She's totally right J, just last semester Morgan Stanley wound up with the clap." The younger girl clapped her hands together for effect.
Penelope sneered at Mindy's profile. "That was from her boyfriend because he was sleeping with Harlem whores; not from the floors at Katwalk, Mindy." They swept Jenny along as they bickered, one arm slung over each shoulder.
Jenny fought with her tongue for control. "Home." She slurred.
Her mumbling raised Mindy's attention. "What'd you say, J?"
Jenny repeated herself, trying to force her voice louder, stronger, "I need to go home."
Hazel butted in, indignant, "Home? Already?"
Penelope glared at Hazel. "She's clearly fucked up, H."
Jenny struggled to argue, " 'm fine. 'st don't feel good."
Hazel furrowed her brow, skeptical, "Are you sure you're okay Jenny?"
Penelope stomped forward with Jenny's left side in tow, "H, let's just put her in a cab so we can enjoy our night!" she snapped.
Outside Katwalk, the four girls stood shivering as a dingy, yellow cab pulled to a stop at the curb.
"Guys," Mindy protested, "Shouldn't somebody go with her?" She was met with annoyed stares from her two cohorts. She tried again, "I just mean, if she took something…we shouldn't send her home alone."
Penelope leaned in the passenger window and handed the cabbie a $100 bill. "Take her wherever she wants to go. And make sure she gets there." She stepped back to raise a haughty eyebrow at Mindy. "Do you want to go with her? Cut your night short?"
Mindy looked guiltily at her Manolo Blahnik shoes and stepped away from the cab. She called out to Jenny, "Call me when you get home!" before Hazel slammed the cab door and Penelope waved the cabbie away with a flick of her wrist.
***
Jenny startled at the sound of the door slamming.
"Miss?" the driver repeated again, "Where to, Miss?" The older man looked at her expectantly.
"455 Madison Avenue," she replied, over-enunciating each syllable. With a nod and a raise of his eyebrows, the driver merged into street traffic and Jenny slumped against the door, resting her head against the frigid window to help her stay lucid. Her eyes closed.
A/N: GG can't come back soon enough! All this NJ-spoiler-induced nervous energy and nothing to do with it! …comments/reviews are welcome!