@myshkas
WHAT WAS WITH the influx of weird people recently? There’s nothing special about here with the cobblestone streets or the rocky hills that surround them. Why so many people had thought it was okay to be awful, she was rather unsure which is why she was nursing a bruised cheek and a broken suitcase since she’d CRACKED it over some drunk fella’s head after they’d hit her. And to think it was only two in the afternoon. Things were MAD, that much was certain. So when she stands up from her place on the cobblestone floor, blood splattered hands rubs against her black skirt, chewing on her lower lip as she walks towards the closest person. HOPEFULLY someone was willing to be helpful. Hopefully.
“So uh. Do y’have an ice pack on you by any chance? Or uh. A cold beer glass. Or maybe booze. Do y’got booze by any chance?”