Jinx didn't own a suit, never had. What he did own was a pair of neat black trousers and a black button up shirt to go with it. It was an outfit that he didn't wear often, but it was still more than he wanted to. Sometimes he thought about getting rid of it, a sort of 'don't encourage the worst' mentality, but then he always needed it again.

He didn't know where he was walking to )
When Jinx really thought about it, it was a little odd.

He'd moved from Manchester following Delilah so many years ago and here in London he'd met so many new people and made a completely new life for himself. After all the women he'd been with since coming to London, in 20-freaking-14 he was back with Tallulah - one of the very first girls he'd dated - and they were on the verge of having a baby and starting a family together. After all the friends he'd made and after Delilah leaving London for years and running away from everything, Jinx had ended up practically living with her now; Delilah, who was almost his oldest friend in the world.

It was weird that all life's turns had led him right back to the people he started off with. He didn't mind though.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Delilah demanded from where she sat at the kitchen table, flicking through her magazine.

"Nah," Jinx said, waiting for the kettle to boil, "it's nothing. Just thinking what a loser you are."

"Fag," Delilah told him, because goddamn Jinx had the most obvious fond face in the world. And living with Tal, Delilah saw that expression a whole lot from him.

"Telling my baby mama about that crack," Jinx informed her. "Hey Tal!" he called out so that Tal - in the living room - was sure to hear. "Your roommate thinks I'm faggy!"
Being nearly seven months pregnant, Tallulah decided, was pretty fucking horrible. She didn't feel the persistent and unforgiving nausea anymore. Now there were swollen ankles and crowded lungs and a very active fetus kicking her bladder relentlessly. She was always hungry and she felt tired no matter how much she slept. Because being pregnant meant she couldn't do her normal job, she was stuck in the little ticket counter at The London Dungeon, which she hated.

After leaving work at five, Tallulah took a taxi home. She was exhausted, but she still managed to text Jinx as she ascended the stairs to her room. She just wanted him to come over and pamper her because she didn't have the energy to pamper herself. She needed food and a foot massage and hell, maybe he could draw her a bath and then eat her out afterwards. All of that sounded really great right about now.


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