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[jac]

There was virtually no room left on the table, thick text books scattered in just balanced stacks, among the various sheets of lined paper, notes and diagrams. Jac could clearly read the hesitation on the waitress's face as she approached with a carafe, and clean mug, obviously searching in her mind's eyes for a way to set down her order without disturbing the mess of study materials. Laughing lightly Jacqueline grinned at the girl, a young teen with the nervous, bouncy air of a first day of work employee. "Here, I'll get this out of your way." Picking up a few of the books Jacquie set them on top of one she had discarded a few moments ago, balancing it precariously as her server set down the coffee, flashing the quickest of smiles towards her, expressing her gratitude before flouncing away to her next task. Shaking her head slightly Jac tore her attention away from the spiraled note book in front of her, flipping the cover shut and setting it aside for a moment. She desperately needed a break from this bloody studying, her head ached, and her eyes couldn't focus on the words anymore, the letters now dancing and jumping in a faint blur. Pouring herself a mug of coffee Jac ripped open several sugar packets, adding a healthy amount of cream and stirring it hurriedly before taking a sip. Mm, heaven. Ridiculously sweet and creamy was the only way she liked her coffee, and besides which, the sugar rush would help her stay awake for just a little bit longer.

Study habits were a thing that Jacqueline Benoit did not posses by any stretch of the imagination, but considering that the goodwill makeup assessment due the next day for one of her professors was the only thing between a pass and fail in that particular class, Jac was going to do a damn good job faking it. Normally she would have just stayed at the apartment and worked there, but her neighbors had had a opposing plans to Jacqueline's studious night. Just as it had started to get dark outside she had heard a muffled conversation through the walls, following by the rapid opening and closing of doors. It wasn't long after that that the creaking of the bed springs and uncensored moans followed. Ew. The joys of low rent housing and thin walls. Jac had rapped her fists sharply against the wall twice, hoping whoever lived in the unit next door was get a hint and try to be more considerate in his or her's nightly pleasures, but to no avail. As the noises continued Jacqueline realized that there was no way to get any further in her assignment if she was forced to listen to...that all night. Now, don't get her wrong, Jacqueline was of the firm belief that there wasn't a good steamy romp couldn't cure, but there was nothing worse then listening to someone else get some while you weren't allowed to have any fun of your own.

Packing up her messenger bag Jac had lugged her books across town, to the small cafe where she now sat. After settling into a booth, and ordering her server to keep the coffee coming Jacqueline hadn't moved in two hours. Now, however, she had lost her focus and her thoughts began to drift away from the schoolwork before her. That photographer, Anna or whatever, still hadn't gotten back to her and Jac was beginning to wonder if the girl had just been stringing her along. The young woman was a little disappointed by the lack of contact though. She had imagined playing make believe for an hour or so, pretending she was one of the models of her shiny covers of Vogue or Harper's Bazzard would have been fun, but she supposed it didn't matter much. She didn't have the luxury of wasting time in front of a camera, when she could be working. Her rent was due soon, and for the first time Jacquie was biting her nails, wondering how in the world she was going to cover it this month. She had put up an ad for a roommate on campus over a week ago, and not even an ounce of interest. Jacqueline was getting desperate, and was honestly at a loss of what she was going to do if she didn't find someone to take the free room. There was no was should could move out of the apartment...she had been there since she had been little and there were too many attachments to the small building to give it up that easily. No, she would find a way. She always managed to find a way.

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