even despite the fact that rosalie was playing pretty close attention to what the woman is saying, the cocktail slammed down on the table still made her jump and she blinked. she peered down, glad her very expensive pumps hadn’t been soiled. “that sounds… like a lot.” she laughed softly, reaching for her own cocktail to take a long sip. shaking her head, she quickly brushed off the notion of it being boring. “not boring at all… i’m an assistant to a stylist.” she explained, shrugging her shoulders. “but honestly, it’s… only been a few months. i don’t have any stories, really.”
mumbling ‘oh fuck sorry’ under her breath , she tried to wipe down the spillage with her sleeve, causing another string of curses because wasn’t that a smart idea? now she had a wet sleeve. would be nice to go through one night involving alcohol where she didn’t spill a drink but hey ho she was kind of starting to make friends.
“are you enjoying it at least?” the subtle implication being that jules did not enjoy her job one bit, but she’d complained enough about her life for tonight. for now.
‘‘ah, come on, don’t stop! i’m invested, you can’t just stop there and wonder about my life! i’m just a hair stylist, there’s nothing that comes to mind that’s more interesting than that. — then what, hm? what’s gonna happen next? don’t leave me hanging here!’’ not even caring one bit of the vodka spillage, lillian would even order her a new one without doubt. ‘’what are you gonna do? what are you gonna say to her? do you perhaps need a little assistance from a local hair stylist? i got connections i’m willing to use, god you’re so powerful, you radiate fierceness and i’m getting addicted’’
jules couldn’t help snorting as she laughed. was that really how she came off? it was certainly a surprise to her.
“ h a h , maybe right now i do. it was a whole different story in the office. let’s face it, i’ll just turn up with the certificate and apologise for being late and she’ll give another stupid mundane task that has nothing to do with actual legal research. and it’s like, sure! i get paid well, but is it really worth all the stress? wish i could just be a hairdresser - stylist - god, that was rude, i bet it’s not that easy at all, is it?”
“boring is putting it lightly, dear,” winona teased, ignoring the spare droplets of vodka that had managed to end up on her dress. she doubted she’d remain in the outfit for long, anyway. not that the older woman planned to resort to a coyote ugly remake, no. the brunette simply didn’t believe her night would end up a lonely one. “and i run a club. called 1 oak. perhaps you’ve heard of it?” this time, her lips curled into a devilish smirk.
to say jules balked would be an understatement. something about attractive and accomplished ladies did things to her, and embarrassing herself in front of an attractive and accomplished lady did the exact opposite.
“ i, uh... i am so sorry about that,” she began, scrambling around to try and find something she could use to dab at winona’s dress. god, how funny would it be if she managed to get kicked out by the owner before violet managed to rescue her. and that, of course, means not funny at all. “it’s a very nice club. i mean, i haven’t been to many for any point of reference, but i like the way you... decorated. ” smooth. “so, can i - uh - interest you in a fun legal fact? “ nailed it.
“ and i told her, i said it straight to her face, this is n o t possible, but did she fucking listen to me? no! so now i’m running around every local church in - which is a fuck ton, can i just add - trying to track down one christening certificate. ” deep breath, girl. jules slammed down her cocktail glass, probably splashing her conversation partner with vodka as she does. “ and that was just tuesday. i don’t even want to go in on monday. “
“ god i’m sorry, this is boring, right ? what is it you do again ?”
damn, so close. violet pouted, lowering her camera in disappointment. she was so used to the hustle and bustle of the city, she didn’t even notice the people anymore. the commotion had long since faded to a fuzzy background noise. besides, anything was better than being backstage at a fashion show. talk about a cattle call. “i’m not above bribery. — which i’ll deny later, for legal reasons. i’ll even throw in a muffin. have you eaten yet, today?” she knew how busy jules could get. hell, violet was lucky she had even secured her for an hour. precious time. she moved up to the counter, ordering herself a black coffee. “and she’ll get a latte. and a blueberry muffin.” she didn’t wait for permission, handing over a crisp twenty dollar bill. “we’ll take it to go.” violet sensed jules would feel better once they hit open air, again.
the eye roll at vi’s pout is almost automatic at this point, and maybe if jules had the confidence she would indulge her friend once in a while. haha, as if. instead, she mutters under breath, “and you have the nerve to complain about me separating my work and my social life”.
she let violet take over ordering, because a) her patience was wearing thin with humans in general and b) hey, vi certainly had the money to spare. at her question, there’s an awkward pause. “ i mean, i — i nicked a creme egg from the leftover easter pile at the office this morning. soooo, my technically sugars are up at least ?” look, breakfast is hard, okay? who wants to eat the second they wake up? and she’ll even make a big deal about not scoffing the muffin like she wants, because that’s just the kind of stubborn person she is.
do you know what would be wise? an early night. tucking in, woolen socks ON, doona UP to her chin &. held close. but something wicked this way comes: a smirk, prompted by a text. dark circles beneath dark eyes can remain disturbed a day longer, right? no harm in procrastination, nor anything wise in iris winters.
- To WALSHIE 🌻 🌞
YES BABY. u read my mind?
20 min ! order fries 🍟
it isn’t like she’s missing the required product, anyway. slipping the baggie from the rummaged top draw to her pocket, iris becomes one with the city again. she’s helped walshie unwind enough times to know exactly which train to catch ( &. exactly which alleys to avoid ! ), so in record time she’s all arms around the brunette in the doorway, all words. ‘ hey! —- shit, i’m letting all the cold in. ‘
by the time iris arrives, jules is already set up. skins, bacci, grinder ( plastic, none of that metal shit ), rolling box. all ready to take control the second iris stepped into the building. she’s even made the perfect concertina roach. ( hey, if you’re gonna commit a crime, do it right ). and let’s be honest — iris could never roll to jules’ standards. call it perfectionism but jules had a particular taste in her joints, and workmates who’ve worked with enough convicted stoners to recognize T H A T kind of cough. jules waves iris in, snatches the baggie before she even says hello and slumps on the sofa.
“ don’t worry about it. maccies should be here in fifteen. let’s hope its still warm this time. please tell me about your day so i can stop thinking about mine ”
it always starts with the pacing. sucking down cigarettes one by one and flipping through her case notes like her life depended on it. pressure’s mounting up now that the witness was a no-show and honestly, she really shouldn’t resort to vices at times like these. but. jules picks up the phone. puts the phone down. picks up the phone. can’t keep doing this. puts down the phone. why the fuck not? it’s the weekend, for fuck’s sake. picks the phone up.
“i’m serious!” violet insisted. and she was. she knew a good photo opportunity when she saw one — she spent the majority of her time nowadays peering down a lens. “c’mon! … the lighting is perfect. if you hate it, i’ll delete it. pinky promise.” now, violet was a woman of her word, but she doubted she would end up having to delete it. she was too good, and they looked too nice. carting that heavy camera of hers around everywhere had its perks.
jules ran a hand through her hair. god, she needed coffee. how violet could think she looked any good when she hadn’t had the chance to shower in three days was beyond her. the cafe was noisy, too many people bunched in one space. time to get the drinks and get the fuck out. violet might be a literal ray of sunshine but even her powers of radiance weren’t enough to calm this stressed out lawyer today.
“ i’m going to take a hard pass on that one. try bribing me with a latté first. ”
name: juliette walsh
age: thirty two
gender: cis female
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: lesbian
place of residence: brooklyn, nyc
occupation: paralegal
face: emmy rossum
zodiac: capricorn
ennegram: tba
temperament: melancholic
tw; brief mention of drugs
✦ –– / h i s t o r y ;
i. born in cork, ireland. father never stuck around. already had a second family by the time jules was six, a third when jules was nineteen. not that she cared too greatly. dad was an absolute loser with several speeding convictions and anger management issues so no big loss. the financial loss was certainly felt, however. mum worked three jobs to keep food on the table. the two were inseparable and despite her mother’s misgivings, they still are to this day. maybe thats why jules takes ‘independent living’ a little too far nowadays.
ii. in primary school, jules was quickly labelled as a ‘problem child’. her mother thought she was doing what was best for jules by not pushing for a diagnosis in autism, let’s just say it kinda fucked jules up even more. with a high IQ and a low EQ, most people assumed jules had some sort of savant syndrome. top 3% in the country! aren’t you proud? i have no friends, though. oh you’re just mature for your age. focusing on better things! the pressure mounted, her relationships non-existent and jules found herself closed off from the world, nose forever stuck in a revision book.
iii. these problems follow her throughout her educational career. eventually she hit a burnout in her first year of sixth form college after trying to juggle too many subjects at once. that brainy maths whizz of a girl ended up going from an A+ to an E in less than a year. every subject failed in the most spectacular of manners. the gifted child suddenly wasn’t so gifted anymore, and it only fueled her resentment towards her teachers who pushed her to take on so much in the first place. there was, however, one shining light. law. the only subject she passed in her first year. the one subject she rebuilt her entire course to fit around when she applied to retake her college classes.
iv. jules was destined to get a degree. after all, her mother never managed to get one, so jules had to go to university. freshers was... an Event, to say the least. the discovery of alcohol, marijuana and roommates who she had to force herself to interact with certainly morphed jules into quite the temporary wild child. it didn’t last long though. jules learnt the hard way that it doesn’t matter how hard you change yourself for your ‘friends’, you’ll never be good enough for them. by the start of her second year, jules was living on her own in a crappy one bedroom apartment with two cats. needless to say, this suited her much better. (still lights up on occasion though, oops)
v. half way through university, offered a placement in a new york firm as part of an exchange program. change is difficult for jules, but her ambition overcame her nerves. she had no attachments keeping her locked in at home, and with her mothers (unquestioned) blessing, jules hopped on to a plane with two furry passengers in hand.
vi. it’s difficult to find a job in new york when you’re foreign, young, female and don’t have any connections. and then there’s the issue that jules never wanted to be an actual solicitor, after all. no no no, that would require public speaking, keeping emotions in check, not swearing at the prosecution. for the most part jules worked as an intern to a small public defender firm. ( and then i need to talk to oaklynn mun before i fill the rest of this bc we need to work out details of this firm she eventually joins )
✦ –– / e x t r a ;
juliette’s ideal is j u s t i c e. pretty obvious for the lawyer, but needs to be said. this ideal was present at a very young age, and coincided with her more... violent tendencies. juliette might be lawful, but she’s not exactly lawful good. for example, is there a kid who keeps pushing you off the slide so they can have multiple turns? don’t worry, jules will be waiting at the bottom to punch them the next time they come down. kid keeps hitting you during class? can’t hit you if jules bites off his arm. really, jules would’ve made a damn good vigilante, but sadly this isn’t that kind of story.
jules comes off as quite stoic, a little bit cold and cynical. in her worst moments, she’s aggressive and like i said, can be pretty violent. since academia has been hard drilled into her since she was a bubby, she can tend to come of patronising and a little holier-than-thou.
get on her good side though and you find someone extremely logical and focused, and the most reliable person you can meet. generous and giving, jules is the type willing to give up her left leg if it meant someone could walk again. manage to make her smile and you’ll probably fall in love. whilst she keeps them hidden, she has a variety of special interests (in fact, she’s actually quite the nerd). unlock them all and you get a prize! (its her heart, you are now her best friend)).
her cats are called jasper and fred. yes i will eventually provide photos as they are models off my cats.
eventually there will be a pinterest and playlist here
