Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 18:46:54 GMT 2
A snake will always bite back.
"See? This is what happens when we try to have fun." The snake hissed in her ear as yet another drunk party-goer dumped into Jill, nearly sending her tumbling into the sand. Jill grumbled wordlessly, occasional swear thrown in as she pushed her way through the moshpit back to the quiet - quieter - area of the beach party. If you asked her, Jill would not be able to tell you who invited her to the party. It must have been one of her patients back at PAWS. Or maybe it was someone at the coffee shop? Either way, sometime during the course of her busy Friday a party invitation had been shoved into her hands. It wasn't until Jill's shift at the animal rescue ended that she even glanced at it. Beach parties were common on Chicago, especially during the summer. Usually they weren't Jill's scene but her spirit animal had been so excited at the prospect of going down to the beach for the first time in weeks that he had convinced Jill into going.
So Jill had spent her Friday evening after her shift frantically tearing apart her closet for something appropriate to wear. Obviously she had to wear a bathing suit. Even though nobody really swam at a beach party? Most of the partying was confined to the sandy beach rather than the water, but better safe than sorry. It wouldn't be the first time someone thought it would be funny to throw Jill into the water. Then she threw something on top of her bathing suit before throwing herself out the door before she could have second thoughts. Once she arrived at the beach she saw that all of Chicago must have been invited. Every inch of sand was crawling with people and their spirit animals, boozing it up and having a good time. Asmodeus curled around her shoulder a little more tightly, anxious just at the very sight of the huge crowd of people. Jill ran her hand down the rattlesnake's back several times, trying to calm him and herself. With a deep breath, she threw herself into the sound of the music and writhing bodies on the designated dance floor. For several hours, Jill lost herself in the music. She felt incredibly normal and carefree. But then people started pressing in from all sides and the feel of claustrophobia made her feel like she was drowning, and no one could hear Asmodeus rattling his tail warningly.
Jill took a deep breath of fresh air before she flopped down in the sand, some distance from the party. Her spirit animal uncurled himself from his tight grip around her neck and slithered into the warm sand beside her with a sigh of relief. "And we were doing so well too." He muttered.
She frowned and tapped him gently on the nose. "We did do well, didn't we?" She asked proudly. "How about we stay for a little while longer. I thought I saw Timmy in the crowd. I'd love to talk to him and ask how the dogs are doing." At this, Asmodeus perked up eagerly. He loved the police dogs at the CPD. They were his favourite patients.
"Well," He muttered. "I suppose we can stay a little longer. But just for Timmy." Jill smiled gratefully down at him and pressed a kiss to his snout. Asmodeus just huffed snottily as he wound his way up Jill's arm and perched himself on her shoulder, scanning the crowd for any sight of Timmy.
So Jill had spent her Friday evening after her shift frantically tearing apart her closet for something appropriate to wear. Obviously she had to wear a bathing suit. Even though nobody really swam at a beach party? Most of the partying was confined to the sandy beach rather than the water, but better safe than sorry. It wouldn't be the first time someone thought it would be funny to throw Jill into the water. Then she threw something on top of her bathing suit before throwing herself out the door before she could have second thoughts. Once she arrived at the beach she saw that all of Chicago must have been invited. Every inch of sand was crawling with people and their spirit animals, boozing it up and having a good time. Asmodeus curled around her shoulder a little more tightly, anxious just at the very sight of the huge crowd of people. Jill ran her hand down the rattlesnake's back several times, trying to calm him and herself. With a deep breath, she threw herself into the sound of the music and writhing bodies on the designated dance floor. For several hours, Jill lost herself in the music. She felt incredibly normal and carefree. But then people started pressing in from all sides and the feel of claustrophobia made her feel like she was drowning, and no one could hear Asmodeus rattling his tail warningly.
Jill took a deep breath of fresh air before she flopped down in the sand, some distance from the party. Her spirit animal uncurled himself from his tight grip around her neck and slithered into the warm sand beside her with a sigh of relief. "And we were doing so well too." He muttered.
She frowned and tapped him gently on the nose. "We did do well, didn't we?" She asked proudly. "How about we stay for a little while longer. I thought I saw Timmy in the crowd. I'd love to talk to him and ask how the dogs are doing." At this, Asmodeus perked up eagerly. He loved the police dogs at the CPD. They were his favourite patients.
"Well," He muttered. "I suppose we can stay a little longer. But just for Timmy." Jill smiled gratefully down at him and pressed a kiss to his snout. Asmodeus just huffed snottily as he wound his way up Jill's arm and perched himself on her shoulder, scanning the crowd for any sight of Timmy.
by sixsmith.