12-03-2018, 12:48 AM
Jay had the remarkable ability to sleep anywhere.
Maybe it was the travel playing schools all over the state. Learn to sleep on a bus at 5 AM or you don’t play with the team. Jay always played. By the time he made it through basic, he was a master at sleeping on demand – not to mention staying awake. Nobody was a Raider who couldn’t endure a little sleep deprivation. So driving most of the way to Texas all night long? Not a big deal. Fly across the world and spend most of the journey researching obsessively about the enemy that was Zacarias Amengual? Not a big deal. Channeling himself sick? Bah. Survivable. The worst part about the last 24 hours was the fact that he still never ate any of that fucking steak! Suffice to say, when Jensen offered to take over, he didn’t put up any kind of a fight. When next he knew the vehicle’s velocity slowed significantly, it was like he sensed the change’s disturbance and he was awake before they ever hit the off-ramp. At the pit stop, he downed half a dozen donuts like they were crack. The good kind too, with the jelly in the middle.
Despite Jay’s general worldliness, he’d never been to Texas. Truth be told, he had seen very little of his own country. He wasn’t missing much, he whispered to Cayli when given the chance. She wasn’t exactly amused by the joke, and apparently, Jay was still in her shit-house, but he’d crack that egg eventually.
He actually lowered the window like a tourist and looked out with his own two eyes at the fucking mansion that Jensen called home. The preacher wasn’t lying when he claimed to be loaded. Damn, who knew religion was so lucrative.
He climbed from the vehicle, stomach already rumbling for more donuts, and leered upward. This was not the Texas he imagined, and as he watched the preacher in his supposed element, Jay sought out a glimpse of Natalie. She was an unreadable stone as always, but she had to have thoughts. Jensen didn’t fit in here. That was for sure. The cowboy preacher more altruistic than anyone Jay ever met before felt like a cactus invading a fine English garden.
He rubbed his eyes when Jessika Thrice came out. He’d no idea the governor was so, ahem, not-attractive-at-all, but the way she looked at him made him feel dissected.
Jay thought his own family was dysfunctional? Seems like they were tame compared to this mess.
Maybe it was the travel playing schools all over the state. Learn to sleep on a bus at 5 AM or you don’t play with the team. Jay always played. By the time he made it through basic, he was a master at sleeping on demand – not to mention staying awake. Nobody was a Raider who couldn’t endure a little sleep deprivation. So driving most of the way to Texas all night long? Not a big deal. Fly across the world and spend most of the journey researching obsessively about the enemy that was Zacarias Amengual? Not a big deal. Channeling himself sick? Bah. Survivable. The worst part about the last 24 hours was the fact that he still never ate any of that fucking steak! Suffice to say, when Jensen offered to take over, he didn’t put up any kind of a fight. When next he knew the vehicle’s velocity slowed significantly, it was like he sensed the change’s disturbance and he was awake before they ever hit the off-ramp. At the pit stop, he downed half a dozen donuts like they were crack. The good kind too, with the jelly in the middle.
Despite Jay’s general worldliness, he’d never been to Texas. Truth be told, he had seen very little of his own country. He wasn’t missing much, he whispered to Cayli when given the chance. She wasn’t exactly amused by the joke, and apparently, Jay was still in her shit-house, but he’d crack that egg eventually.
He actually lowered the window like a tourist and looked out with his own two eyes at the fucking mansion that Jensen called home. The preacher wasn’t lying when he claimed to be loaded. Damn, who knew religion was so lucrative.
He climbed from the vehicle, stomach already rumbling for more donuts, and leered upward. This was not the Texas he imagined, and as he watched the preacher in his supposed element, Jay sought out a glimpse of Natalie. She was an unreadable stone as always, but she had to have thoughts. Jensen didn’t fit in here. That was for sure. The cowboy preacher more altruistic than anyone Jay ever met before felt like a cactus invading a fine English garden.
He rubbed his eyes when Jessika Thrice came out. He’d no idea the governor was so, ahem, not-attractive-at-all, but the way she looked at him made him feel dissected.
Jay thought his own family was dysfunctional? Seems like they were tame compared to this mess.
Only darkness shows you the light.