❝ 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 ❞
when monse's life takes an unexpected turn, she goes to drastic measures to get it back on track
[season 1-2]
[jj x fem!oc]
[slow updates]
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╔═══════☼═══════╗ II DAWN PATROL ╚═══════════════╝
WHEN MONSE'S EYES flutter open, they're met with sunlight beaming through the blinds. She blinks the burning sensation away and sits up on the couch with a groan, her entire body stiff as a board.
Monse lets out a drawn out yawn as she scans her surroundings. The pizza boxes are scattered across the coffee table, beer cans litter the ground, and none of her friends are anywhere to be seen.
With a sigh, Monse reaches out for her cellphone. Somehow during her blackout sleep, her phone got itself wedged between the couch cushions. She yanks it out and attempts to turn it on, only to lay her sights upon a blinking graphic of a empty battery.
"Shit." She groans, running a hand over her face. Begrudgingly, she pulls herself out of bed with what's left of her drained energy.
Monse hauls herself to the bathroom, making sure to grab her drawstring bag off the floor. On her way, she takes notice of JJ passed out in what's supposed to be John B's room. She shrugs it off and goes into the bathroom.
Monse opens up her bag and changes back into her clothes from yesterday— jean shorts, her favorite bando biki, and a wildly printed (and thrifted) button up. The outfit vaguely smells of salt water and booze.
Monse brushes her teeth using the bottled water by the sink, as the hurricane busted all the pipelines to hell. And then suddenly JJ comes rushing in, in a rather desperate hurry to the toilet.
Monse quickly averts her eyes as he does his business, "You're disgusting, JJ."
"It's not my fault you take twenty years in the bathroom." JJ retorts, and Monse rolls her eyes.
Monse just continues on her routine, avoiding looking in her friends direction. She spits out the toothpaste and takes her leave, making sure to the close now wide-open door. No one else needs to see JJ taking a piss.
"And don't flush the toilet!" Monse reminds him from the barrier between them. "You'll screw up the electrical system if you do."
"Dulynoted!" JJ calls back, his voice muffled from inside.
Her next course of action: the kitchen. She grabs a can of soda from the fridge, grimacing at the warmth of the fizzy drink, and wanders out to assess the damages outside. She's not shocked by what she sees, but she is disappointed.
A tree has been entirely uprooted and thrown across the front lawn. If they were slightly more unlucky, they would have been crushed by it. Fallen branches are decorating the ground, as well as misplaced ocean water and the HMS Pogue. John B is currently tosses debris out of the motor boat.
