An Exercise In Humility
Julie is having an impromptu dance party.
It’s a thing she does sometimes. Sometimes she has people with her when she has these dance parties. Usually she’s either high or drunk when it happens. This time, she’s drunk as hell, and completely alone, dancing by herself in a big courtyard with charming trimmed bushes and flowerbeds and shit. It’s so sweet. It’s like Disneyland.
She does a couple little jumpy steps while she rocks her hips back and forth, and promptly wipes out, falling straight forward and bashing her head on a cute decorative fence. She is unconscious instantly and there’s a pretty good deal of blood draining from the wound, which isn’t that serious but since alcohol has thinned her blood out a lot, there’s more blood coming out of it than there would normally be. She should still probably be checked for a concussion.
