[ Ciri is one of the old-timey people feeling a bit. Overwhelmed. And practically setting down roots as a wallflower near the bar. She's got a cocktail in one hand as liquid courage (mixed drinks are a novelty, and so is the tiny sword propping up a wedge of lime in her gin rickey), and the other fidgets with the pearls on her borrowed necklace as she glances around.
Julie appears out of nowhere. It's the music (the too-loud thrum of noise that is supposed to be music) or the lights (disorienting) but Ciri honestly doesn't even see her coming. Which is a lot more unnerving and unusual than Julie might realize. ]
dance dance babeyyy
Julie appears out of nowhere. It's the music (the too-loud thrum of noise that is supposed to be music) or the lights (disorienting) but Ciri honestly doesn't even see her coming. Which is a lot more unnerving and unusual than Julie might realize. ]
Fuck. You startled me.