The laundry room was full of people washing their clothes as George, Jessie, and Jerry waited for Jerry's clothes to be laundered. Jessie and Jerry were sitting on top of the table in the middle of the room, Jerry was sitting crossed legged while Jessie swung her legs impatiently under the table, chatting as George watched the cycle, trying to will it to wash faster. "Jerry," George began, startling Jessie and him from their conversation, causing them to look over with interest. "I have to tell you something." He continued, still watching the clothes turn and tumble. Jessie wondered what George had to possibly tell Jerry that was so darned important to interrupt their conversation about taking a trip together somewhere. "This is the dullest moment I've ever experienced." He finished finally with a sad note to his voice. George turned away from the dryer and walked over to Jessie and Jerry as a dark skinned man came walking beside him with a full load of laundry and supplies in his basket. Jessie, Jerry, and George all eyed the basket. "Oh, look at this guy." Jerry commented. Jessie's eyes still followed the dark skinned man as she listened. Jerry gestured at him with his laundry soap.
"Look, he's got everything. He's go detergents, sprays…fabric softener…" Jerry stated as the man was placing the contents of his basket on top of the washing machines. "This is not his first load." Jerry added as the trio gawked at the dark skinned man. "I need a break, Jerry. I gotta get out of the city." George complained as he paced around the laundry room. Jessie smiled at the idea. "I'd get out of the city right now if I could." She agreed, nodding. "I feel so cramped." George added miserably.
"Just drink Cola, gets me through the day." Jessie advised with a grumble. She was suddenly feeling exhausted because of her anemic health problem, she had to take her medicine three times a day and it was now lunch time according to her watch. Jessie leaned her head on Jerry's shoulder as she willed herself to stay awake. Jerry smiled as George continued to walk around the busy laundry room. Jessie was as much surprised as Jerry why it was busy on Friday, but they didn't really care.
George stood beside Jerry and Jessie lifted her head from Jerry's shoulder involuntary as George slinked an arm around Jerry's shoulders and leaned against him. Jerry looked to George. "Listen, your stuff has to be done by now." George complained about the inevitable slowness of laundry. "Why don't you just see if its dry?" George suggested, motioning to the dryer full of Jerry's clothing. "Good idea!" Jessie agreed, earning stares from both Jerry and George. "No, no, no. Don't interrupt the cycle." Jerry protested as George went back to walking around, Jessie placed her head back on Jerry's shoulder as she watched George's walking with amused eyes. "I didn't know you were an expert on laundry." She commented. "The machine is working. It knows what its doing. Just let it finish." Jerry protested knowingly, ignoring Jessie's comment. "You're gonna over dry it." George said.
Jerry looked at the dryer and uncrossed his legs as he turned to look at George, causing Jessie's head to land on his chest. "You can't over dry." Jerry said plainly. "Why not?" George fired back. "Same reason you can't over wet." Jerry explained reasonably. "Very true, Jerry." Jessie agreed in a sleepy voice. "You see, once something is wet, its wet." Jerry made hand gestures which made Jessie uncomfortable so she sat up straight, watching the demonstrations.
"Same thing with death. Like, once you die, you're dead right?" Jerry questioned in the way where you don't need to answer. He caused a woman to stare at the three of them funnily, in the middle of folding a shirt. "Let's say you drop dead and I shoot you. You not gonna die again. You're already dead." Jerry said furthermore. "You can't "over die", you can't over dry." He added, causing almost all of the people in the laundry room to stare in concern. George in takes this as Jessie wraps an arm around Jerry's shoulders. George takes a few steps back and makes a grand gesture to Jerry and Jessie. "Any questions?" Jerry gives George an incredulous stare and Jessie adopts the same exact look.
"And I think George doesn't buy it." Jessie said, shrugging innocently. George walks over to the dryer subtly as Jerry and Jessie eye him all the way. George opened the dryer door a bit so that they couldn't call him out on it. "Look at that. They're done." George gestured frantically happily at the dryer as Jerry and Jessie got off the table. It was very late when Jerry and Jessie finished putting all of Jerry's clothing away, the baseball game was just starting on Jerry's television set. Jerry was helping himself to some snacks for the game while Jessie sat on the cheap silver, leathery sofa, all curled up. Jerry walked over to the couch, standing in front of the empty space beside Jessie and he placed a bowl of cereal on top of a magazine he hadn't got a chance to read yet. Jessie was reading a newspaper that was previously sprawled out on the sofa's arm chair. Jerry fiddled with his shirt and finally sat down, taking off his shoes as he watched the baseball game.
"Can't you watch this tomorrow?" Jessie asked after reading an article. "I don't want anyone spoiling it for me." Jerry told her reasonably. "Right. That always is a pain." Jessie agreed as she put back the newspaper and tried to watch some baseball with Jerry. Jessie was perfectly still as Jerry's telephone rang mysteriously. She wondered who could be calling him this late at night. Jerry turned the volume down on the television set before picking up the phone, leaning over Jessie in the process as she moved her head around to get an unobscured view of the television screen.
"If you know what happened in the Met game, don't tell me. I taped it. Hello." Jerry greeted. "Yeah. No, I'm sorry. You have the wrong number." Jerry said and Jessie looked at him curiously, also keeping an eye on the Mets game. "Yeah. No—" Jerry said shortly after. There was a knocking on the door that sounded cool and collected. "Yeah." Jerry turned his head around to look at the door and so did Jessie, incurious about the Mets game anymore.
Kramer appeared halfway through the door dressed in his PJs. "You up?" He asked loudly. "Yeah." Jerry and Jessie replied in sync. "People do move." Jerry was saying impatiently, feeling the adrenaline of wanting to watch the Mets game. Kramer stood beside the couch. "Hey, J-Z." Kramer greeted Jessie. "Hi." She replied tiredly, now doing a word search on the newspaper Comics section.
"Have you ever seen the big trucks out on the street?" Jerry asked whoever was on the other end of the line. "Yeah, no problem." Jerry said before hanging up the phone. Jessie's eyes widened as Kramer was soon saying, "boy the Mets blew it tonight, huh?" She was trying to give him signals not to continue speaking, but Kramer went on, unaware. "Oh, what are you doing?" Jerry got off the couch and fell to his knees dramatically to the floor, Jessie refrained from giggling by twirling a piece of her neon green dyed hair strands. "Kessler, it's a tape. I taped the game." Jerry was literally whining like a child- only to add the dramatic effect. He gestured with his hand to the VCR and back to Kramer. Jessie watched with a small smile. "It's one o'clock in the morning." He added, still on the floor. Kramer was now on the floor, standing on his knees which obliged Jessie to sprawl out on the couch, enjoying the live show. "I avoided human contact all night to watch this." Jerry continued to whine.
"Hey, I'm sorry. You know, I thought you knew." Kramer pointed out, stuttering. Jessie stifled a yawn and continued to play with strands of her blonde hair. Kramer stuck his hands into both of his pockets of his robe and pulled out two slices of bread. Jerry wasn't the least bit surprised as he glanced from slice to slice, neither was Jessie."You got any meat?" Kramer asked politely, ashamed for his uncontrollable mouth. "Meat?" Jerry said loudly, causing Kramer's hands to shake once. "I- I don't know. Go hunt." Jerry allowed him the privilege, gesturing to the fridge and kitchen as Jessie finally let out a bubbly laugh. Kramer got up from the floor and went directly to the fridge and opened the door.
Jessie noticed how absurd Jerry's red pants looked for the first time as he also ascended from the floor. And the blue sweat shirt was adding up to the abnormal fashion of Jerry Seinfeld tonight. Comparing her own outfit to his, Jessie's pink polka dotted shirt was more favourable and so was her pink skirt with black leggings. There was a moment of silence before Jerry asked, "well, what happened in the game, anyway?" Half of Kramer's body was in Jerry's fridge as he replied. "What happened?" He asked incredulously. Jessie smirked to Jerry who glanced down briefly at her before watching the astounding scene happening in his fridge. Jessie noticed and listened to Kramer's account of the Mets game and figured she didn't have to watch it after all.
"Well, they stunk! That's what happened." Kramer summed it up and his voice sounded all weird. Jerry watched Kramer in disbelief and then shook his head at the floor with disgust. Jessie eyed Kramer with curiosity and wondered if this how he treats his own fridge?Kramer finally found something to go with his sandwich. "You know I almost wound up going to that game?" Kramer said, sounding as if he'll be telling a grand story. Kramer finally closed the fridge door, Jessie huffed and Jerry looked at him suspiciously. "You almost went to the game. You haven't been out of the building in ten years." Jerry pointed out, gesturing to him with a hand. "That'll be the day." Jessie remarked irritably and exhaustedly. Jerry took his spot beside Jessie again. "Yeah." Kramer said, standing beside the counter.
More silence followed as Jerry wrapped an arm around Jessie's shoulders. Kramer awkwardly staggered over to the couch, making them both look up to him. Kramer was eating his bacon sandwich impolitely as he glanced to the little space beside Jessie and to the couple. Then he eyed the newspapers on the arm chair which Jessie took in her hand and handed them to Jerry. He placed the pile down onto the floor next to him. Kramer sat down beside Jessie, eating his bacon sandwich.
Jessie was squished next to Jerry in an uncomfortable way as his arm felt glued to her shoulders. Jessie tried not to glance at the disgusting sight of Kramer eating. Jessie looked to the television screen, ignoring the awkward little to no space on the couch feeling. Kramer tugged at the magazine under Jerry's cereal bowl which he moved so Kramer could read the magazine.
Jerry removed his arm from Jessie's shoulders and picked up the bowl and rested it on his chest as he ate the cereal, his elbow was on Jessie's shoulder and she felt like she couldn't sit still. Kramer and Jerry's legs were spread out so she couldn't move her own legs and they began to feel numb. Kramer was finally finished with his disgusting sandwich and he began to leaf through the magazine Jerry let him read. There was an earsplitting sound of tearing paper. Jerry reacted before Jessie could look over. Jessie squashed herself into the couch cushions as Jerry leaned over her with a scowling look for Kramer.
"You done with this?" Kramer asked a bit too late. "No." Jerry said, annunciating the word. Kramer licked the piece of the page he had ripped out and Jerry turned his head to look away and Jessie just buried her face into Jerry's sweatshirt, blocking the view of Kramer's nasty doings. Jerry and Jessie try to shift the furthest away from Kramer as much as possible as he sticks the piece of the page back into the magazine and closes it up, looking shifty towards them. Kramer taps the magazine cover twice and leans over to put it down on the coffee table. "When you're done, let me know." Kramer said importantly. "Yeah, yeah." Jerry said with disgust. "We'll be sure to." Jessie added lightly. "You can have it tomorrow." Jerry told Kramer, putting the bowl of cereal on the coffee table because he lost his appetite.
"Now slide!" Kramer yelled at the television set with a mouth full of food. Jessie tried moving her feet to awake them from the numbing. She couldn't stand the exhaustion anymore and found herself resting her head on Jerry's chest and felt herself drift off into a deep sleep.
It was early in the morning when George was visiting, wearing a peachy orange shirt and a golf cap. Jessie was wearing her New York Yankees cap and one of her crop tops which was red, she was wearing tie dye jeans and red flats today. Jerry was wearing a red cottony collared shirt with buttons as he stood behind the counter in his cornered kitchen. Jessie stood beside him as George remained on the couch. Jessie was just popping open a can of Cola as George and Jerry were drinking Snapple.
"Hey, we should see a movie." Jessie suggested spontaneously. "Nah…" George and Jerry said in sync. "We have a full day ahead of us, boys." She mentioned, gesturing to the window.
"And a whole lotta nothing to do." George smiled happily. "Just don't get too comfy, I think we should clean the bathroom or at least make ourselves useful…" Jessie trailed off as she thought of what they could be doing right now. "I'd rather not." George declined. "We could work on a chapter of my sequel book?" Jessie glanced from Jerry to George. "How about this, we go to the Statue of Liberty?" Jerry suggested. "Why would we wanna go there?" George pondered. "He's right, Jerry." Jessie agreed dully.
"Or how about we go to the beach?" She suggested excitedly after taking a draught of her Cola. All three, even Jessie shook their heads in disagreement. "Well, I'm beat from staying up last night to watch that pointless game." Jessie said, stifling a yawn. "Medicine time." Jerry reminded her, grabbing her wrist gently before she could flee.
"Urgh." Jessie grunted. "Fine, fine." She sighed and grimaced.
Jerry pulled out the extra medicine from a cupboard and handed Jessie a capsule which she took unwillingly. Jessie put the white capsule in her mouth and immediately chugged some Cola afterwards. George was watching absentmindedly and frowned sympathetically for Jessie. "Once I get enough irons in my body, I won't have to take these stupid pills anymore." Jessie explained to George as Jerry returned the medicine to the cupboard.
The trio ended up lounging around the apartment, they decided it was too hot and moved downstairs to Jessie's apartment in which, thankfully had air conditioning. Jessie stood in front of the air conditioner greedily as Jerry stood in the tiny kitchen, watching the kitchen sized television set on the counter while sitting on a wooden stool. "Y'know my dad gave me the Corvette as my 16th birthday present?" Jessie said trivially into the air conditioner. "No. But I remember his name, John Zling?" George snapped his fingers as the name flashed in his brain.
He lay on the couch, taking up all the space lazily. "Bingo!"Jessie yelled, trying to sound enthusiastic but the warmth was dragging her Queens accent depressingly. "Jess, come look." Jerry gestured her over. "No thanks, I'd rather stay put." Jessie shook her head once then decided it was too humid to move. "It's about the weather." Jerry insisted. Jessie always thought Jerry was stubborn and a stickler, never letting her do her own things but she stuck around because she didn't mind at all. Jessie took a deep breath and then said, "why can't George turn the television in the living room on and I can see it there?"
"Then there'll be this weird sound effect." George mumbled, glancing up at Jessie, admiring the way her bright blonde hair flew around her from the wind of the air conditioner so elegantly. "Ugh," Jessie grunted again and walked over to Jerry. "It's 34 degrees…" Jessie said faintly and opened the fridge door, letting the cool air escape. "We'll be fine." Jerry reassured her coolly. Or at least trying to sound cool. "I have a fan in my bedroom we could use, industrial too." Jessie suggested, managing a saunter into her bedroom. She lifted the fan to the front of the living room beside the television and plugged it in and turned it on the highest setting.
Almost immediately, the trio felt a change in the air current, it was drastically cooler as the industrial made fan spun its propellers around effortlessly. Food from last night's leftovers was their dinner today, George, Jerry, and Jessie were sitting on the couch, binging on some chicken wings Jessie cooked. "These are great." George commented after finishing one. "Thanks, dearest gentleman." Jessie joked around as she wasn't in the mood to eat right now, being too humid and all.
The television in the living room was turned on and the kitchen television was off. The news called for power outages in Manhattan. "You have candles, right?" Jerry asked. "Of course I do. Do you not remember them?" Jessie replied as if she was interrogated. "Right…" Jerry said, thinking of them. George coughed and finished his last chicken wing. A buzzing sound and a crack sounded and the trio was splashed into darkness. "Just dandy…" Jessie sighed into the dark glumly.
A/N: Heads up: I know Jessie's probably the clichest name ever possible and just telling you she's NOT based off the real Jessica Jerry's married to in real life. That's why her name is Jessienna.