[ It's not so much that she's nice as much as the fact that she prefers to punch down almost exclusively. ]
Well, you got somethin' close enough, to give you PTSD like that. Only people I ever seen act like that was my uncles and cousins, the military ones who got stationed overseas. A balloon'd pop at party and you'da thought they were back in the desert.
[ This is not a thought train that she actually expects Jaskier to follow; this is simply talking to talk, which Julie often does, but increases in severity when she is anxious or uncomfortable. As she speaks, she is gently ushering him away from the crowd and loudness, toward one of the further booths that are a bit more quiet. On the way, she snags an entire tray of shots off the bar, which she deposits on the table once she gets him there. ]
There, see, it's all right. I'm real sorry, I just assumed... well, you're fine, that's all that matters. [ She grabs one of the shots and tosses the whole thing back, gummy eyeball and all, which she is still chewing as she plunks the glass back down. ] Are you gonna be okay? Do you want some weed? Or Xanax, that might be good for you. Wait here, I'm gonna get you a xanny.
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It's not so much that she's nice as much as the fact that she prefers to punch down almost exclusively.]Well, you got somethin' close enough, to give you PTSD like that. Only people I ever seen act like that was my uncles and cousins, the military ones who got stationed overseas. A balloon'd pop at party and you'da thought they were back in the desert.
[ This is not a thought train that she actually expects Jaskier to follow; this is simply talking to talk, which Julie often does, but increases in severity when she is anxious or uncomfortable. As she speaks, she is gently ushering him away from the crowd and loudness, toward one of the further booths that are a bit more quiet. On the way, she snags an entire tray of shots off the bar, which she deposits on the table once she gets him there. ]
There, see, it's all right. I'm real sorry, I just assumed... well, you're fine, that's all that matters. [ She grabs one of the shots and tosses the whole thing back, gummy eyeball and all, which she is still chewing as she plunks the glass back down. ] Are you gonna be okay? Do you want some weed? Or Xanax, that might be good for you. Wait here, I'm gonna get you a xanny.