[i]"How'd they get so drunk?"[/i]

Jane was fighting the annoyance she felt at the display in front of her. Everyone was having fun, making jokes, and fucking around while she dealt with the inner turmoil of having private pictures exposed and being forced to write music she didn't want to. It was definitely selfish, Jane knew, to feel that way, but as the saying goes: Misery loves company.

She scratched her and furrowed her brow at Rob's question. "I, uh, I'm probably just gonna sleep all day. Still not feeling my best lately. You go have fun, yeah? I'll be fine." She lifted her feet to kiss him, then turned to Austin and Sam. "I'm gonna head out, guys. Text me if you need me." 

She waved to everyone in the room before placing the hood back over her head and exiting, eventually finding her way out back to a cab. 

It was a gloomy day, gray skies and a breeze contributing to a chill in the air. Jane leaned her head against the glass window in the back seat and sighed. It was sort of ironic that by her not wanting to do much today, she was probably pushing Rob to run to Vicarious (and Zoe), but it wouldn't be right to make him sit around all day while she threw herself a pity party in bed. 

As she tried to remove the thoughts from her head, the cab arrived under the carport of the hotel, and she slowly made her way up to the room. 

It only took her a few seconds to strip, locate a joint, swallow a Xanax that Andy gave her, and crawl into bed - the only safe place she had found on tour. She breathed a sigh of relief to feel the cool she's engulf her. 

Hopefully, the funk she was in was temporary; it felt awful. Maybe she was just PMSing. Perhaps she was just being overdramatic. They were writing a song to help the situation her racy photos got them into, right? Zoe couldn't be that much of a threat to her, right? 

"Fuck that," she whispered to herself aloud at her thoughts. 

As the narcotic began to settle in, Jane convinced herself that she was allowed to feel as shitty as she wanted. She was sick of choking down her emotions like she always had. 

Her body became heavy, along with her eyelids, and she had eventually drifted off into a heavy slumber, one that would probably last for hours. One that would hopefully take the edge off of the stress she was feeling. Before finally falling asleep, Jane had thoughts of texting Rob, but she decided against it. Knowing him, he probably needed his space anyway - a thought Jane didn't like to have.