I hate most people. Some call it a personality flaw. I call it a gift.

[She took another swig, enjoying that melty burn that tingled to the tips of her fingers. It never lasted as long as she wanted, but it lasted long enough that she could get to sleep and not hear a certain voice in her head. That was all she needed.

Jessica was blunt. She said what she said, and that's how she knew what she knew. There was no point to hoarding information, and they were all here for one aspect. Might as well figure out who had a well she could dip her pen in if she needed to and who was for other things. Like drinking.]

I like dick. Sadly for me, they mostly seem to be attached to dicks, but once in a while, a rare decent human being appears.