Closed starter @betterbeoppie
The ramen at the little stall near her apartment megacomplex could be described as “waxy”, “flavourless”, and “not good”, but after a long day of bullshit, the salty broth and uncomplex noodles were exactly what Virgo needed. All she wanted was to melt into her sofa, not think about anything more than tonight’s episode of Watson Whore and take just enough sleeping medication to make her drowsy, then drift off so she could wake for her once-in-a-blue-moon day off and actually get things she’d been putting off done.
But the familiar hollering of some ne’er-do-wells who hung around near the lobby of her apartment building across the street from the ramen stall made her pause, she knew something was about to go down.
She lifted her head, slurping up another mouthful of noodles, and watched as four Valentino boys whistled at an extremely pretty young girl, walking by, saying something loud and rude, and annoying her to no end.
She probably should have waited for the girl to speak up for herself, but Virgo felt herself fall quickly to her anger, much quicker than usual, and yelled across the street without thinking.
“AY!” she began, elegant as usual, “Leave her the fuck alone!”
