Toe The Line
Chapter I
Prompt: Falling Snow
Once again, against Jessica's own will, Trish called a pair of local repairmen to fix the damned glass on the door. It wasn't her fault the glass was so fragile. Nor was it her fault that slamming people into the door would cause it to break - there should be stronger glass developed by now. So, now she was forced outside of her apartment so that the men could work in "peace." Trish gladly accompanied her.
Jess sat hunched over on the stoop outside the apartment complex, taking a long, slow swig of the whiskey she held in her hand. It was a smaller bottle than usual. Perhaps only by an ounce or two, but it still counted. Trish insisted she should cut down on the alcohol. Jess never verbally agreed completely.
Trish was sitting beside her on that same stoop, going on and on about the New York weather. She also mentioned that vigilante that had been running around a few months back, said the telecaster compared Jess to him or somethingme; she wasn't really listening. Her ears piked up when Trish mentioned something about the city getting a few morlovee inches of snow that night.
"Jesus, honestly, I don't get all the hype about this season. Snow in November? What a surprise! Welcome to New York," Jessica stated dryly, rolling her eyes, and promptly taking another swig of her whiskey.
Trish scoffed. "You're more than obliged to steal Christmas if the holidays aren't up to your standards either."
"You know me - they don't. And if I could steal Christmas I would have done that a long time ago. I'll bet it'll wipe the smile off all your dopey faces."
"Harsh."
"It's a pleasure." Jess then proceeded to give Trish a fake, half-assed bow, while still sitting down.
Trish leaned down, scooping up a handful of the snow from the ground, and compacting a ball of snow together. She hurled it at Jess while she was taking another sip from the bottle.
Jessica spilled some of the alcohol on herself, as well as the stoop. After coughing and regaining composure, she said, "Trish, if you throw another snow ball at me I swear to god I will rip your hand right out of its socket."
"I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that was an empty threat."
"You'll sure as hell be out of a limb soon enough."
Trish stood up, patting Jess on the shoulder as she started back up the small set of stairs. Jess assumed it was probably to check up on those two repairmen. (Who should be done by now anyway.)
"I still refuse to believe you'd ever hurt me. Admit it, Jess. You love me," Trish told her as she walked by, in an annoyingly mocking voice, yet it was still genuine.
Jessica sighed, shrugged, and drank what was left of the whiskey. She threw the bottle away towards the streets. It was only then did she notice a freshly fallen powder of snow was beginning to accumulate.
"God damn it," she muttered, as the falling snow continued to pile up, snowflake by snowflake, on the empty whiskey bottle.