₊˚.༄ 1952, Jupiter, Florida

Ever since Ethel's death, your best friend hasn't ever stopped drinking since. It has been relentless, and you were beginning to get worried at Jimmy's behavior and his issues with behavior. He was obviously in grieving yet, this was not a healthy way to do so.

After Jimmy had caused too much of a scene around the other freaks during dinner, you had to take him away back to his caravan. It was dark, only the moonlight illuminating the grounds. Jimmy's arm was slung around your shoulder as you both walked (or more so, dragged him) to his caravan. He was quite drunk at this point and you thought if he had anymore, even a drop of alcohol, he'd be out cold.

"I don't wanna... go back to the cara... caravan."