Jessica let him walk to his room on his own letting him get used to walking. She looked at the clock. 4 pm. *damn, time flew by.* She flopped on the couch. For some reason this whole ordeal did not frighten or send paranoia through her, she just didn't care. She felt up her tooth. *That bastards ring better have not chipped my tooth...* Norman walked back in still looking like shit. "So are you ok?" He sounded worried. "Norman. Don't worry I'm absolutely, positively, completely fine." She stared him in the eyes letting him know she meant it. "Okay." he sighed and went to the kitchen island for another one of his vodka concoctions. Jessica watched as he mixed the cheap liquids together. She shook her head and headed for the door putting on her coat. "Uh where are you goin?" Norman paused his drink creation. "You're going to drink a 'real drink' and you're going to see me drink actual alcohol." she smirked and waited at the door for Norman as he put on a coat and joined her.
The taxi drive to the pub was quiet of course. Norman too confused as to why Jess wasn't traumatized and Jessica too confused as to why she would be traumatized. "Well here we are 'Patty's Pub'." Jessica stated as they got out of the cab. Norman took this information in then made a small connection. "...party Patty? This is where you got the name from." "Sorta, it was the first thing to come to mind." Jessica walked behind Norman, for some reason he was taking the lead. "Ladies first." He held open the door. Jessica smirked and walked in. They took a booth seat sitting across from each other. A waiter came by. "What would you two like?" her strong Texas accent accounted for. "I'll have a beer." Norman spoke first. "White wine." Jessica smiled to the waiter. "Okay then you two, I'll be right back." The waiter flashed her Texas smile and walked past the bar and into a back room. "White wine? Hmph aren't we classy." Norman raised his eye brow flaunting his sarcasm and thin grin. "Ha I don't care, tastes good, some guys complain not enough girls drink beer. I don't plan on torturing myself to appeal to those guys so yes I'm sticking with my white wine." She stared daggers back at Norman but softened it up with her cute devilish smirk. Norman accepted the small defeat. "Here you go, one pint-o-beer and one glass of wine." Their short stare time was broken by the Texas women handing them their drinks. "Thanks." Norman and Jess both said to the woman with a smile. Jess took a sip from her wine glass. Her light pink lips pressed against the clear glass separating only a sliver to let the liquid in. Norman took in this 1 second moment and enjoyed it. "So are you sure you're okay?" he reassured her after her sip. She looked at him and swallowed what was in her mouth and sighed. "Ughh... Trust me I'm fine I could care less! Can we not talk about it I just wanna relax?" She looked at her drink fingering the skinny body of the wine glass. Norman sighed feeling stupid for pushing her. A small quiet moment went by and Jess looked at Normans beat up face. She started smirking. He stopped looking at his drink and looked up at her. "Has anyone ever told you, you suck at fighting." She smirked and shifted in her seat. "Yea, once, a smart ass girl." He rolled his eyes and smirked back. Jessica laughed. "If anyone's a smart ass it's you! You and all your facts and your fancy shit." she wiggled her fingers making a 'magical' expression. "Hey some women like the 'fancy shit' for your information." he raised his eyebrow and took a swig from his beer. "'For my information' see there you go again, and c'mon what woman would like 'fancy shit' and 'as a matter of fact's." She leaned forward on the table her fore arms crossed and her eyes pinned on Norman. He avoided eye contact. "Lots... Of wom-en..." he tried holding off a smile and keeping his poker face. "Well if that's so, go pick up that girl over there with your fancy shit." Jessica nodded to a tall skinny woman with black hair and a purple dress sitting at the bar. "Ok I will." he got up after a big swig of beer taking one last look at Jessica and her devilish smirk. "Um excuse me ma'am..." the skinny woman turned her head to Norman. She was beautiful, but it didn't make the cranks in Norman's heart to turn. *If he actually picks up this girl it'll be a miracle.* Jessica watches as Norman speaks to the woman. Then watches as the woman speaks to Norman...then watches Norman walk back awkwardly. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" Jessica starts laughing. "I knew you couldn't get laid!" She calms down enough to take another sip of her wine. "Yea well she's not my type anyway." Norman trying to piece together his dignity. "Ha! Yea bet ya been saying that to yourself for the past 3 years!" She started giggling again. "2 actually." he muttered under his breath but Jess heard it. "Two years!?" she gasped with a smirk. "God damn the next girls gonna have to dust it off." she giggled at her own joke. "Ha. Ha. Don't be too quick to judge me, what about you? Whens the last time you did it?" he leaned back and crossed his arms staring at her as her eyes went wide and left his. "...v...er..." she mumbled looking at her drink. Norman leaned forward. "I'm sorry, what was that?" he smirked thinking he beat her. "...never..." she turned her head away from Norman. He went wide eyed. "Wait. What? You've never...?" Norman gasped. "Nope... I'm not waiting till marriage or anything I just... never got around to ...doing...it." She looked at Norman and was blushing from embarrassment. Norman finished his pint of beer as Jess finished her third glass of wine. They talked until it was 9.
Norman was tired and Jessica was tipsy. "Urgggg! I hate being drunk! I can't move right." Jessica wobbled to the door tripping over herself. About halfway there Norman had to support her the same way she would when he was having his symptoms. Norman enjoyed finally being the hero. They stood on the side walk waiting for a cab. "I hate this bra it hurts!" Jessica reached up and behind her shirt unclipping the bra. "Jess... No-" before he could stop her she slipped it off swiftly and threw it on the ground. Norman looked at it sitting on the pavement. Black lace bra. His attention was redirected to Jessica's visible cleavage. Her breasts still round and perky without the bra. Norman at a loss of words and thoughts stared quickly at the heavenly sight then looked back at her face. *Three glasses of wine and she's hammered...* Jessica smiled at Norman and let herself fall into him, her head in his chest and her arms desperately gripping onto his waste. "I'm sorry..." she muttered into his chest. Norman a little stunned stood frozen with his arms not touching her. "Why are you sorry?" Norman making the question clear for the drunk girl. "Because I'm not scarred... and because your always getting hurt... and... because you always say sorry... and... because I can never say sorry..." she muttered again into his chest. Norman taken back by this took a moment to absorb it. *hmm it's good that she's opening up... even though she's just drunk...* Norman rested his arms around her head and shoulders brining her in close, wanting her to feel protected but mostly wanting to feel like he was protecting her. They got a cab ride which was spent with Jessica taking a small nap on Norman shoulder. He carried her in bridal style and placed her on the couch covering her in blankets. He looked at the innocent girl laying relaxed in bed. *She's...just..." beautiful...* Norman transfixed in the moment bent down hesitantly. He took in the details of her pale face and the freckles scattered along her nose. Norman still very hesitant leaned his head down to hers and gently kissed her light pink lips, as if his lips were the glass she placed her lips to at the pub. "goodnight Jess..." he whispered to the sleeping girl. He smiled and went to sleep with no guilt in trace.
Jessica woke up to the sound of her phone. Still half unconscious she picked it up looking at her messages. *'Are u okay? U weren't at your first course and u didn't answer my last text'* It was Bret. *God, what is with this guy... He can't take the hint that I really don't like him...* Jessica sat up and a wave of deep needle like pain expanded within her head. "Ow! Fucking hang over..." she muttered to herself. "And yet you only drank three glasses of wine." Norman was at the kitchen island drinking coffee in his usual grey suit. "Your point?" she winced, eyes pin tight keeping out the painful light. Norman chuckled and just shook his head. "Its 12, you know? You missed your first course." Norman stated smugly. "Yea well I think I'm gonna miss my second course... I can't go to school like this." she rubbed her temples. "Okay if you wanna stay here then that's fine with me." He got up and revealed a mug from the hidden counter. "I expected you to be like this so I made you some tea." he placed it on the island and patted the stool beside his. Jessica let her head fall back and lazily got up annoyed by the excessive movement she had to make. She plopped down beside him and took sips from her tea absorbing the warmth. "I hope I don't miss anything important today..." she closed her eyes and sighed. "...hey...what do you do during the day?" she looked at him observing his suit. "Go to the station and find leads on the killer... And other boring stuff." he didn't want to bore her with detail. "Do you miss your old job? Psychological profiling..." she looked at him sadly. He looked down at his black coffee. "...yea... There I could put my training and knowledge to good use... At the station it's just beating someone up until you get an answer... And as you found out I'm not a good fighter." he chuckled trying to lighten the mood. "Well... Why don't you give me a profile for the killer... and then you can actually use your 'psychology powers'." she giggled giving his super hero name finger hyphens. Norman looked at Jess and her attempt to make him feel important. "Okay well the killer is a man due to the large strangle marks on the women's neck, and he's had a female image in his life that was terrible and needed to be cleansed or 'reborn'; that why the women are burned. But he has a sexual attraction to them suggesting a corrupted wife or girlfriend..." Norman finished with facts and theory's dripping from his mouth. Jessica took the information in, impressed with Normans thoughts. "How do you know he had sexual attractions to them?" she poked a hole in his theory. "...be-cause... he steals ... their undergarments..." Norman answered truthfully hoping Jess wouldn't ask the next suspected question. "Wow it 12:30 I gotta go!" Norman got up and put on his coat. "Don't let anyone but me in here okay?" he left shutting and locking the door.
It was 1:00pm and Jessica's curiosity led her to creep into Norman's room. The giggly giddy girl tip toed around in Norman's room looking for funny secrets of his. *okay I'm just exploring his room... Not creepy at all...* she laughed at the terrible lie she made to herself. She opened a couple drawers. "Ahh how cute he's a briefs guy..." she giggled having uncovered his underwear drawer. The curios girl searched his room vaguely just checking out the surface of things, never digging too deep. "Helllooooo what is this..." she pulled out a 'special' magazine from his bedside drawer. She sat on Norman's bed and started flipping through it. "Wow...the next girl really will have to dust off his member... This is a phycology book!" she put 'Profilers Guide' back into the drawer. She sighed and fell back onto the bed, legs hanging off. *i wonder if he likes me... He cares about me... But does he like me like me...* she pulled her whole body onto the bed, laying down. *And if he does like me what do I do? I'm only 21 and he's 36... He'd probably think it'd be weird... * Jessica looked over at his nightstand. A smile crept across her face when she saw the piece of paper with her phone number on it.
