#rm:julia

[rosemillennials-blog]

@kaeberrii​

Was Julia a regular patron of this kind of establishment? No, certainly not. In fact, this had been only her second time ever inside a strip club. But, a lot of bars weren’t open this early in the day, and, far more importantly, they had this unbelievable happy hour offer. One dollar mimosas? Two dollar draft beers? That’s the kind of shit she lived for.

Part of her dreaded going inside and seeing a bunch of lecherous guys, but, no, actually, she was one of the only people there. It shouldn’t have been too big of a surprise, considering the sun was just barely beginning to set, but still, it was pretty nice. So, she opened up a tab, got herself a cheap pint of Blue Moon to start herself off slowly, and found herself a table not too far from the front.

[rosemillennials-blog]

@unbxrdxn

“If you don’t mind. I’ll make sure to repay you for your time!”

Shifts one up onto a shoulder.

“I work just down the road, so it isn’t very far…”

“Oh, no, please, you don’t need to do any of that,” Julia said, hoisting one across her shoulder. “It’s like... I’m really not worried about money, or anything. Uh... if you’re good at giving life advice, though? That’d be payment enough.”

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@vexingvixens

Usually, when people started off on an adventure, they tended to do one of two things. Some approached things with a cheerful, optimistic demeanor, already convinced of a mission’s success. Others kept things realistic by talking about their battle-hardened mettle and ability to survive, showing that they were nothing to be messed with. Either way, it was a public way of showing that one was a dependable, loyal companion.

Julia, on the other hand, did neither of those. In fact, very time she went out in the wild, she wanted to lower expectations as much as possible. 

The moment she was alone with this mysteriously-garbed Sheikah warrior, she laid things out in no uncertain terms.

“Okay. I don’t want to start things off on the wrong foot, but, uh... you’re going to have to handle most of the combat, all right? I’m useless in that regard. Absolutely fucking useless. I can do lots of survival stuff - cooking, identifying plants, shit like that - but unless you want me dead, please don’t ask me to fight. Ever.”