Sick of Losing Soulmates

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Sarah slammed the door behind her as she entered the expensive suite. Honestly, this was the absolute last place that she wanted to be tonight after winning her Emmy. It was supposed to be her night, celebrating her very first win by drinking outrageously expensive liquor, eating rich foods, dancing until sunrise or exhaustion, which ever came first.

Instead, she was here. In a room that wasn't her's, dressed in sweats and a tank top, answering the call that she shouldn't have, trying to fix something that she knew she couldn't fix.

If it had been anyone else, Sarah wouldn't have bothered to pick up the phone. But this was not just anyone.

"Jess?" Sarah called into the darkness.

A beat passed. Sighing, she kicked her shoes off, throwing her keys into one of them.

"Jess." She called again.

Sarah huffed. She was most definitely not in the mood for this childish bullshit.

Knowing there was no use in calling out again, she made her way into the silent space. Fortunately, she didn't have to go very far. Sarah found Jessica sitting in the living room floor, surrounded by darkness and the oppressive silence.

"You could have answered me, you know."

She heard ice clink against glass.

"Yeah, well, you found me easy enough." Jessica's words slurred slightly.

The younger woman ran a hand through her short blonde locks. Great, just what she needed. A drunk, stubborn Jessica Lange. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. She really didn't want to deal with her right now.

But deal with her she would, so Sarah sat on the floor opposite Jessica. Ice clinked against the glass again as she down the contents.

"You want a drink?" Jessica asked, screwing the top off of the half empty bottle of Ketel One.

"Why am I here?" Sarah asked bluntly.

"Here." Jessica handed her the freshly filled glass,"You're gonna need this."

Sarah took one swig before handing it back.

"Why am I here?" She repeated herself.

"Because you want to be."

"No, I really don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't,"

"Yes, you do. Obviously you do. Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"What the hell did you expect me to do, Jess? Just ignore the fact that I sat and listened to you cry for five minutes?" Sarah spat.

"Well, you've done a pretty good job of ignoring me for the past year."

"And you've done a pretty good job of evading the question."

Jessica let out a heavy sigh and took a sip from her drink.

"What makes her so damn special?" The older woman asked quietly.

"Who?"

Jessica snorted, but offered no further explanation.

"Listen, I'm not gonna sit here and play fill-in-the-blank with you. You're too damn old to be playing games."

"Then answer my question." Jessica folded her arms.

"Jess. I don't know who you're talking about."

"I'm talking about your new toy."

"Holland." Sarah stated.

"Yes, Holland." The name left a sour taste in her mouth,"Why is she so special?"

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 19, 2017 ⏰

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