#closed starter: hijamesmason

[meredithinbloom]

finally, meredith was allowed in to james’ room. she had been sat in the visitor’s area with an officer who had questioned her until she had no more answers, leaving her with nothing but a queasy feeling and dizziness she couldn’t shake. her hands gripped the sides of the chair, knee bouncing while her eyes stayed down at the tile floor. there was nothing worse than the smell of a too clean hospital, the endless buzzing sounds, the quick feet of doctors that never seemed to find their way to her and instead to other people waiting for news. it had to have been hours that she waited like that, stuck in the shell of her own frail figure, craving cocaine and hating herself for it. and then an angel in a white doctor’s coat and kind eyes approached her, letting her know that james was stable and that she was allowed to see him. 

disheveled and with puffy eyes, meredith followed the doctor to his room. trying to compose herself, meredith pushed the door open slowly, peering into his room to see him on a hospital bed with wires and a monitor beeping away. no, she didn’t like to see him like this but james was alive. and thank god. 

“hey there, handsome,” she found herself cooing lightly as she approached, pulling up the chair near the window to his bed side to take a seat. her legs were too shaky to stand. “always keeping me on my toes, aren’t you?”

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[meredithinbloom]

Meredith looked in his direction as he joined her on the steps, James reeking of alcohol, but wasn’t that to be expected. Her sinuses pulsed in her face as the tingles of cocaine started to take effect and Meredith could only think about doing more sooner rather than later. She did have buckets of cocaine she could sprinkle all over that party like fairy dust if she wanted to play Tinkerbell, but she wasn’t a dumb girl. Scotty wouldn’t be happy if the bricks were delivered open. Good thing she kept her own --and they were probably at a part where she could get any drug on this earth. “Someone has to be the voice of your generation,” she teased, stretching out her long legs out from her floral dress crossing her ankles and smacking her beat up doc martins on one of the buckets. Sunflower petals fell over her feet and Meredith scrunched her nose, wincing at the idea that James had been on a mission to screw anyone that walked in that house. “What story have you been telling in there? Twenty year old girls just loving the story about how you traveled over the Mississippi in a covered wagon?”

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[meredithinbloom]

Meredith was passed drunk, hard alcohol flowing in her body so heavily that if someone were to cut her open she’d spill vodka. Somehow she had gotten the bartender to hand over the bottle to her, obviously she paid for it, the whole thing going on her tab, but Meredith didn’t mind. Cheese fries sat in front of her, barely touched, her hair messier than normal, her hips swaying to the beat of an unrecognizable song playing through the bar’s speakers. After the bullshit she had been dealing with regarding her ex, she was feeling some type of way and --oh, there was James. Everything about him made Meredith’s intoxicated heart thump in her chest, a wide grin appearing on her lips as if she hadn’t smiled all day. “James! There you are!” she called, taking a couple steps from the bar, bottle still in her hand. She wrapped her long arms around his neck, pulling herself close to his body. “Listen, you’re an angel. An angel.”

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[meredithinbloom]

“Yes, can I have the champagne actually sent to our room? And glasses, I don’t want to drink out of the plastic ones. Thank you so much.” Meredith sent the waitress on her way with a friendly smile and turned her attention back to the most handsome sight she’d taken in in quite some time. “I’m telling you, anything you want here is yours.” Meredith sat across from James at one of the rooftop lounges of the Plaza. Summer breeze ruffling her hair, exposing her shoulders as she leaned her elbows into the table, lazily holding an expensive glass of wine in slim fingers. Other than blow (and James), Meredith’s favorite thing in the world to indulge in was money. How money made her feel, how rich and lavish five star felt. It was strange, how she craved such fine living yet during the day a switch flipped and as long as she was in the shop or working, she was happy. A true moment of having your cake and eating it too. When you had money it didn’t matter how much cake you ate, you could always have more. Speaking of dessert, her plate was clean and the bottle of wine in the ice bucket was almost finished. “You certainly clean up nice,” Meredith practically purred, her long legs crossed over one another on the side of the table instead of under it. She was feeling euphoric from the alcohol and the tiny bits of blow she had stolen in the bathrooms. Now she couldn’t wait to get James upstairs. “You done? You can even take your whiskey up there, no question.”

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