Fish are Friends, Not Dues || Bruce & Jessica // AU
Late! Late and it was only the second time this week- Late, and it was only one bad week after a string of worse meetings, and she’d promised to do better–
Jessica’s heels hit the floor hard with sharp clicks echoing through the old tiling of the Toontown Community center. She sped past the welcome desk and its corkboard, sparsely plastered with information on the day’s happenings– Her mind was elsewhere.
It was bad enough that she was late, but after her slight spat with Roger the night before– She’d lost her patience and her temper over burning dinner, and had snapped at him; she’d apologized but she still felt wretched– and the events of the last meeting she’d attended, her nerves were a little… Frayed.
She stopped in front of the elevator with a comical skid, panting slightly. Toontown being Toontown, however, showed the little light-up lever rolling it’s way down from 99 floors (though last she’d checked, the building had all of four) as slowly as possible. She swallowed, her foot tapping impatiently as she drew her bag up on her shoulder, and spun a worn coin between her fingers nervously:
“It’ll be fine. No one expects perfection,” She murmured, more to herself than anything, “And they’ll understand. That’s why we’re here.”
Eighty, seventy nine, seventy eight…
“Laughter, understanding, remembrance, and care,” she muttered, the words worn on her tongue like a mantra. The elevator dinged at fifty, indicating someone on or off, and she bit back a groan as she eyed the door to the stairs.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. With that, she was shouldering the door open and hurrying up the two flights to the second floor. Easy! She’d be just a little-
“Sorry I’m late, every-”
Jessica blinked in the doorway. This wasn’t the usual crowd, but judgement wasn’t part of the rhetoric for her meetings. They were accepting of all shapes and sorts, even– Er. These. Whomever they were. It looked, however, like everyone else from the usual crowd was late also! A slight sliver of hope lit her up, and she relaxed.
“-One,” she ended carefully, and shut the door behind her, slipping the coin into her bag. She cleared her throat and smiled sheepishly, as she edged her way towards a chair.
So! She was late. But so was everyone else!
– At least, she hoped so.