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Jason was eventually blacked out on the couch, snoring and awaiting the hangover that usually followed the next day. It wasn't ever as bad as it used to be because he got drunk often. Jason's cat slept peacefully on top of him, moving up and down in time to his chest rising and falling with every breath [snore]. |
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Edited at March 30, 2026 09:24 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Jason woke up with a grunt, scaring his cat awake. He stood up and took some medicine, his handover not being all that bad. Jason made his way down to the cafe, seeing the lady out front sweeping as she walked in, door bells jingling softly. He went and chose a table, waiting for a waitress to come. |
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Edited at March 30, 2026 09:25 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Jaden perked up softly at the sight of the woman infront of him. "Coffee and a water, plain black, and a southern omlette, please." She stated, folding up the menu and sliding it across the table to hand back to her. "I think I remember you. Esme, is it? I bumped into you last time." He mused, bobbing his right leg up and down. |
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Edited at March 30, 2026 09:25 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Jason continued to bob his right leg up and down in rythym. He watched the gal retreat back into the kitchen, opening his phone with a click as he doomscrolled, waiting for his coffee. |
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Edited at March 30, 2026 09:25 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Jason snapped his attention to her. "Nope. Thanks." He murmured. He was thinking. He had an open job for a housemaid for his mansion, and this gal seemed fit for the job. He had a hunch she'd appreciate the pay, too. It was at least twice this job plus housing and food, etc. He wrote some details on a card as he finished his meal, his omlette arriving, and left a 20 buck tip on the table with the card, hoping she'd accept the offer. Jason smiled at her and walked out. |
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Edited at March 30, 2026 09:25 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
