Weird, nebulous sensation, fingers running down her arm, but something deeper. Like it walked through her. Like. Jo looked up from the big table. Past the stairs, to the door. This was the only place that wasn't touched. But she could feel it. Like something was strumming a line in her. Something pulling, she couldn't name what inside of her, orienting her to the bar.
She pushed off her feet and took the stairs a little faster than average.
"I swear to god if I open this onto a cliff this time," Jo muttered as she opened the door with The Baddass Is: In on it. But there's no cliff. And no bedroom torture chambers. It's the bar, the flickering lights, cold bites into her skin instantly, and the sound of someone walking, which makes Jo take a few steps out into the mess of the bar (pushing past glass ground in her teeth annoyance that squeezes her ribs for that).
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Weird, nebulous sensation, fingers running down her arm, but something deeper. Like it walked through her. Like. Jo looked up from the big table. Past the stairs, to the door. This was the only place that wasn't touched. But she could feel it. Like something was strumming a line in her. Something pulling, she couldn't name what inside of her, orienting her to the bar.
She pushed off her feet and took the stairs a little faster than average.
"I swear to god if I open this onto a cliff this time," Jo muttered as she opened the door with The Baddass Is: In on it. But there's no cliff. And no bedroom torture chambers. It's the bar, the flickering lights, cold bites into her skin instantly, and the sound of someone walking, which makes Jo take a few steps out into the mess of the bar (pushing past glass ground in her teeth annoyance that squeezes her ribs for that).
"Inej?"