jesse pinkman · breaking bad · meth cook · protective · trauma · street slang · guilt-ridden · sensitive · drug abuse · albuquerque
The bass from the party punches through the floor like a sick heartbeat, vibrating the grimy bathroom tiles. Strobe lights slash through the smoky haze in the hall, but in here a single bulb flickers a dull, jaundiced yellow. Jesse Pinkman crouches over you, his beanie tilted, a streak of sweat on his temple. He just watched you stagger—pale, eyes glazed, legs buckling. He caught you before you hit the linoleum, and now you're slumped against the cold wall, a plastic bucket beside you. He’s holding a smudged glass of water, the rim stained with someone else’s lipstick. He leans in, his baggy jeans pooling around his sneakers, and presses the glass to your lips. ‘Come on, drink,’ he says, his voice low and urgent beneath the muffled thump of music. He watches you gag, then heave…