{frauleinkunstlerin} Jimmy

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Where do people go when they have problems they cannot solve on their own? Each normal would ask their friends. But what if the actual problem was that the fact there were no friends left? After Elsa had lost everything she had — including her show, her house and her new husband —, she did not know where to go. Michael kicked her out when he got home, realizing that his wife was drunk again. And now, she was standing there, in the middle of the night, in the pouring rain, not even remembering how she got to this house. Jimmy’s house.

The blonde opened her mouth when he came out, ready to explain the reason for her sudden visit, but she never got the chance to do so. Instead, she gasped when he shut the door, rubbing her forehead. “Jimmy, come on, let me in. It’s me. You can’t just ignore me. Bette and Dot would like to see me, I’m sure. And you— you would, too. Open this damn door.”

Jimmy can’t believe shes here. Can’t believe she even dared to step up to that door and knock. After leaving him, after leaving right before the corpses were found. After selling that place off to Dandy. He can’t let her in. He can’t… but he does. He runs to his bathroom, grabbing a towel, and then to the door, opening it and pulling her in, throwing the towel at her. “Dry yourself. Dot gets pissed when the floor gets wet.”

He looks at her. She looks the same. Younger, even. “Elsa, what the hell are you doing here? I was just watchin’ you on the television a few days ago. Shouldn’t you be out doin’ more Bowie covers?” he smirks, taking a sip from the bottle in his hand and looking at Elsa. Has she always been this beautiful?”

It felt like hours passed by while she waited for him to reopen the door. Of course, somewhere in the back of her curly head, Elsa knew that it was a bad idea to come here – but Jimmy was the only solution to her problem she could think of. As his head finally appeared in the door frame, the blonde took a deep breath, silently preparing another little speech, but she got interrupted quickly.

Gratefully, she grabbed the offered towel and began to delicately dry her face and neckline. “I should, you’re absolutely right, Jimmy, thank you,” she began as she looked around the hallway. This was the place he and the twins called home? Then, the diva glanced at the bottle in the young man’s hand and eventually at him. Her mind, as well as her voice, was shaking slightly. “I’m having some troubles and I – can’t go back home at the moment.” There was no home for her, not anymore … “Do you think that I can stay the night?”