Brigitte [doors closed]: Her shiny silver bmw z4 is parked in the lonely lot just outside the building. The young woman is currently balled up in the hottub, clothes slung carelessly on the floor along with a few empty perscription bottles and an empty bottle of Skyy vodka.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She curls her long arms weakly around her shins and buries her face in her knees, wondering what she could have done to cause so many people to treat her badly. She cries. Waiting to see if Jarod will ever show up.

Jarod Freeman: Up to the club Jarod walks. He's looking...good. Refreshed, a little bit. The club was going well, things were finally in place. He unlocks the doors, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

Brigitte [doors closed]: Brigitte stays where she is balled up in the tub. Barely coherent enough to keep her head out of the water, let alone notice that someone's come in downstairs.

Jarod Freeman: "Love?" He looks around, frowning. She wasn't down here...but her car was. Where...his eyes turn upward. More then likely. He heads up the stairs, toward the tub. "Hello?"

Brigitte [doors closed]: The girl slowly tilts her head toward the door, pupils dialated to hell and back. Xaned out of her gord. She gives a tiny smile and stays where she is. "Jarod." She breathes in a tiny voice. Sounding almost releived that he was there. From the wrinkles on her frail fingers, you can tell she's been in the water for quite some time.

Jarod Freeman: He slips into the room and looks at her, concern instantly coming to his face. Deep, deep worry. She's fucked-up, and obviously, not just chemically. Emotionally. "Shit." He moves toward the tub, hands coming out to her. "Love...what happened?"

Brigitte [doors closed]: She leans weakly to the side of the tub where he is. She gives a halfgrin and lays her head to the edge, looking up at him with glassy eyes. "You're healing.. it's a good thing. I'm happy for you and Eugenia. She told me."

Jarod Freeman: "Happy for us...what?" He frowns in confusion, dropping to a crouch next to the tub, reaching up to brush her hair out of her face. "What do you mean?"

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives the same fucked up smile to the man "About the two of you getting together. Really.. I'm happy for you and the poius little bitch.." She gives a sad laugh and slinks into the water. "Shit.. I really said that didn't I-" She trails off, gurgling a bit when he head dips underwater.

Jarod Freeman: "We're not...together." He frowns, reaching in to gently wrap his hands around her shoulders and pull her upward, out of the water. In case she didn't hear it before... "Ouestucati...we aren't together. We're not...no."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She blinks a bit, being pulled up out of the water. Her head bobbles back and forth, unsteady. She flashes him a crooked smile. "It's okay, Melioth. Really."

Jarod Freeman: "We're NOT." He says it a little more forcefully now, frowning. "I'm dead serious."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She slumps over the side, trying to crawl out of the tub. "You said you weren't going anywhere near her. Nailing her certainly involves doing just that.. I'm not upset, Jarod. I just.. don't understand why you did it."

Jarod Freeman: He helps her carefully out of the tub, making sure to be gentle, not to hurt her. "I...don't know why. I stopped by, to see how she was. And...I guess one thing led to another." He purses his lips. "It...I don't know."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She pushes herself up to an unstable stance, leaning weakly against Jarod. "I don't like her. I don't trust her. There is no WAY.. an Ishhara can be THAT fucking naive, Melioth." She looks to him with the sternest look she can managa. "And you fucking KNOW it. Hell, even vic isn't that clueless and he's a fucking malefactor."

Brigitte [doors closed]: (I made a new word! managa! *slaps forehead* it's going around.. manage.)

Jarod Freeman: He sighs. "Love...I don't even know what to tell you." A slight shrug, as he wraps his arms around Brigette, heedless of the dripping women soaking his clothes. "What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry?"

Brigitte [doors closed]: "You're NOT sorry.. so no.. I don't want you to tell me you are." She pulls away weakly toward the door. Unstable and rubber legged. "I just.. she.. I can't fucking STAND the.." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Doing her best to make for the nearest bed. Exhausted and drugged to oblivion.

Jarod Freeman: He stops her, long enough to get a long towel and wrap it around her. Then, they're off to the bed in question. He has her sit down and starts rubbing the towel over her. "No, I'm not sorry...you're right. But there's also nothing to it then that. She's a friend, and what happened wasn't a mistake, nor was it something I'm ashamed of. But that's all it was, too. I'm sorry you hate her, love."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a tiny sigh, bobbling weakly against jarod's touch. "I want to hate her.. I do. But I don't think I can. Melioth.." She tilts her head back, flashing him a pained wide eyed look. "She's everything that I'm NOT. And she takes every opportunity she can to remind me of that. I brought her over.. trying to get close to the woman.. because she's your friend. I wanted for the two of us to get along. I poured my fucking heart out to the woman.. Told her everything. And all she did in return.. is brush me off as a common whore and rub it in my face that she'd slept with the man I love."

Jarod Freeman: His head drops down on his shoulders, shoulders slumping. Can't anyone in his life get along? "Jesus Christ..." He leaves the towal around Brigette's shoulder and drops to sit on the bed next to her, the good mood completely sucked away by now. No trace of it remaining.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She slumps away from the man, curling up on her side facing the wall. "I.. I shouldn't have come here. I didn't mean to bring you down.. I just.. I couldn't let William see me like this. I didn't have anywhere else to go."

Jarod Freeman: He looks over at her, sighing, and turns to face her. An arm slips around her chest, drawing her close to him, unless she resists. "No...no. That's okay, that you came here."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She is easily rolled, looking up at him with devestated emerald eyes. The fact that anyone can eat that much xanax and still look sad, is no less than scary. She weakly curls into the man, doing her best not to start crying again. "I'm sorry I keep fucking things up for you Melioth.. You deserve better.."

Jarod Freeman: "Shhh, love..." He speaks softly, with soothing tones, his hands smoothing over her wet hair, her shoulders. It's a gentle, calming touch. "Don't talk like that. It's okay, love. I promise."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a weak shake of the head "It's not okay, Melioth.. It's not.. You're the only person in this whole shithole of a surface that means a fucking thing to me.. And I'm nothing more than a selfish fucking whore. They're right.. Everything.. that anyone has ever said about me is entirely fucking right. And.. I can't fucking STAND me anymore.."

Jarod Freeman: He sighs sadly, leaning in to nuzzle her temple. "Ouestucati," he starts with a quiet voice. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you. You're wrong. You're better then that. And even if you don't believe it...I do. I just don't know how I can help you see it the way I do."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She absently runs a hand up the man's chest, leaning weakly in his direction. "Melioth.. the other night when we.." she trails off a bit, rewording "When you said you'd help me with.. that.. I just.." She quiet down for a bit, unsure of what exactly it is she's trying to say. "When Eugenia told me about the two of you getting together.. it tore me apart. I.. was so angry with her.. I mean, even with Tansy, I was never ~that~ jealous.."

Jarod Freeman: He takes a deep breath, eyes shutting. "I...I'm sorry, at least, that what happened with Nia and I hurt you. It was...something I had to do. I...don't know if I can explain it quite properly."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She curls weakly around the man, murmering "She said she wanted to sleep with someone who cared about her. She also says she's very much in love with you.. but I'm sure you know that already.."

Jarod Freeman: "I had an idea, yes." He nods slightly. "Part of it...was to help her. Some...bad things happened to her. That she needed to get over." A long moment of silence. "Part of it was to...help me."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She flashes him another devestatingly sad look. "What can she help you with.. that I can't?"

Jarod Freeman: "She..." He trails off, quiet for a long moment, and sighs, breath shaking a little. "She was helping me get past..." A slight shrug, as if the action were the last words to that sentance.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives his waist a weak squeeze, still looking up at him "Melioth.. why can't you talk to me anymore? Just.." she gives a pained squint and rolls away from the man, climbing farther up in the bed to curl up into a weak ball. "Nevermind."

Jarod Freeman: "Do I really have to say it," he says, looking at her with a sudden bitterness creeping in. "Or can you spare me the pain and figure out what I'm saying?"

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a tiny sob, wrapping her arms weakly around her legs. She doesn't say anything.

Jarod Freeman: He falls silent, just laying there on the bed, facing her. Eyes open, watching her quietly, but saying nothing. His body tense with emotional turmoil, staring at the other's back.