smoking outside a Mountain Express

thomamine my beloved<3

Mornings were always awful if you had to work that day and today was certainly no different. When you work for your brother and have to constantly deal with a half-wit like Ryan, it'd easy to be pissed off and be exhausted in the morning. That's what Jasmine felt.

There were two things to come out of this day. One was she didn't have work at Whitfield Funeral Homes today. The other was that she still had to work today for PCO. It's not that she didn't hate her job, she has a neutral experience with it, it's just the damn people she works with can be so fucking...frustrating. She only agreed to work with them to keep in touch with her brother because she knew if she didn't stay she would most likely never see him again.

Even if she didn't want to get up, she still wanted to at least numb out her exhaustion and there was only one option for that. She didn't even put on her favorite red tank top or some flashy short shorts. Oh no, she was way too tired to care, too tired to want anyone's attention. Throwing on a black turtle-neck, jeans, and a car coat, she headed outside into the freezing weather known as the ass crack of 8AM. It was hard enough for Jasmine not to just fall asleep in her car whenever she had a shift at Whitlock Mortuary and had to drive 25 minutes to get there but at the very least the drive to Mountain Express was shorter, not long enough for her to completely doze off atleast.

She had finally reached the place and quickly parked her car while contrastingly taking awhile to get what she needed. Her wallet which had her ID in it and the scarf a high school friend gave her which she had left inside her car since...it's..it's been a long time. Anyways, she got her stuff, headed inside, and immediately started looking for where the alcohol was. Being 99-percent sure that the cashiers glared at her when she speed-walked to the Beer and Wine section. Looking for any type of wine that ranged from "water bottle right next to me" dry to "I don't even need to eat dessert" sweet and then she laid her eyes on it. Madeira.

Completely not paying attention to the price and snatching the bottle from where it was, she walked up to the cashier placed her wine down, and held up her 7-dollar bill. She felt as though she was being judged by someone from the front aisle but that didn't really bother her too much. It was abundantly clear that the cashier was tired out of his mind so it made sense on why he made the process quick and she didn't even need to show her ID. However, there did seem to be a mistake...

"Alright ma'am you're total is $17.49," The cashier said tiredly. Jasmine reached out into the pocket of her car jacket to pull out her money when she stopped midway.

"What? forgot a portion of your money in your car?" The cashier's tone made it seem like he was mocking her, and he probably was. It was 8AM, Jasmine didn't have the patience to deal with someone making a fool out of her and she quite frankly didn't feel like walking back to her car just to get 10-dollars and 49-cents. The internal anger she felt at the moment was suddenly replaced with sudden shock when she felt herself flinch from of a hand on her shoulder.

"Excuse me, I'd like to pay for her--" The blonde man paused to glance at her beverage, seemingly also looking down on Jasmine. "--alcohol." Jasmine looked at the person in front of her with a shocked look. Thomas Walter. About a million thoughts came into her head at that moment. Did she seriously look that pissed off? Why did he say "alcohol" with such a sour tone? For god's sake I'm only 2 years younger than him leave me alo-- "Excuse me, Lady!" She snapped back to reality when she heard that annoying cashier's voice calling for her. "Huh, what? what do you want?" She said rather rudely. The cashier paused to look at her with an irritated expression before speaking again. "Your guy behind ya paid for your stuff, you can leave now." With that, she snatched her wine off the counter and went outside.

Sitting down on the front of her car and trying oh so hard to open the bottle with her hand; most likely making it red in the process, afterwards flicking the bottle cap away from her. Jasmine gulped down a portion of the wine, leaving a bitter-sweet taste in her mouth. Not completely getting her wasted drunk but enough for her to forget about her exhaustion long enough.