@A_ForgottenPast try-hard kind of way. Julia can't help but admire her, just slightly, her attitude and her gunmanship and the pout of her lips. She can't help but pity her, too.
Calmly, but vividly aware of the gun at her thigh, Julia sips her drink. "I suppose I ought to introduce myself."
[ @A_ForgottenPast ]
A message waits for Faye on her communicator, along with a set of coordinates.
“You left a rather nice coat in an opera venue in Tharsis several months ago. I’d like to return it to you. Wear good shoes. The streets are barbed. - J”
@A_ForgottenPast — including one hysterical month where they were cuffed together at the wrist. Julia had almost slipped a rib laughing.
But it's the first time she's seen her in person. The first time they've met. The first time Julia's had the chance to look at her.
Faye is pretty, in a+
@A_ForgottenPast black suit sits at a booth in the corner, nursing a glass of something pink. She holds the umbrella between two fingers like it's a cigarette, spinning it slightly. Her blonde hair is pulled back from her face. There's a fresh bruise blooming to violet on her jaw. Her eyes are+