Never Say Goodbye [Jules/Hazel] Jul 12, 2013 11:44:27 GMT -5
Post by Hero on Jul 12, 2013 11:44:27 GMT -5
Slowly, Jules made her way through town. Her day began with the regular 8 hour grind of stone cutting and carving. They have a ton of other workers and I have to be the one who doe this, she thought to herself everyday. She walked the regular, beat up path to on of the local bars. It was hidden behind a few shops, so only really the locals knew about it. She bumped into a few people as she walked, saying hello to anyone who greeted her. She never stopped to talk long. Someone usually asked how her day went and she moved on. This District had a kind of 'don't ask-don't tell' thing. The District abided by that rule. She did as well. Her tank top clung to her, nearly drenched in sweat. Her dark, long-sleeve work shirt had been unbuttoned and fluttered with the wind, cooling her down a bit. But she was grateful when she entered the air conditioned room of the bar.
She entered the bar and found her usual seat taken by some guy she didn't even know. She thought about waiting for him to stand and leave or pass out, whichever came first. It wasn't the first one. Actually, he stood up, threw up whatever drinks he had consumed, and then fell over on the near-by couch and passed out. It wasn't just her, the sight was revolting to any person who was there. One of the employees moved out from their station to clean up the mess. The bartender gave Jules an understanding look. She took her cue and sat in a different seat, far down form her original choice.
She had no one on her right but a much younger girl on her left. She didn't look to be much older than 19 or 20. Jules took her attention form the girl and shouted towards the bartender. "Gimme a Miller!" Her small voice surprised some patrons, but soon enough, they went back to their game of cards. The man behind the bar set her beer down in front of her. She quickly thank him and took a large gulp. She turned her chair around and faced the 'dance floor' of the bar. People bounced around and decided that was dancing. She turned her head to the girl. "Not much like dancing, huh? More like bouncing."