[ the voice is familiar in a way that makes hairs stand on the back of julie's neck — not panic, but alertness. a dim awareness that makes it easy to focus in on him over the noise, the patrons arguing over a situation julie doesn't even understand. ]
[ she doesn't fight the hand around her, moves with the momentum on quick feet to turn and move wherever this guy takes her while everyone's distracted. ]
The fuck is everyone's problem?
[ hushed, urgent. she doesn't mind being hated, but it'd be cool to know why. ]
no subject
[ she doesn't fight the hand around her, moves with the momentum on quick feet to turn and move wherever this guy takes her while everyone's distracted. ]
The fuck is everyone's problem?
[ hushed, urgent. she doesn't mind being hated, but it'd be cool to know why. ]