status: open where: near the City Hall
“You are not hanging up on me, how fucking dare you even say that out loud! That is blasphemous, that is the grounds to get you kicked out of this Earth with no ticket to Mars or wherever you think there is life-” June ranted on and on, moving her phone to her mouth to really make a point. She could feel the eyes on her as her voice rose, her local accent getting even thicker. A group of tourists was eyeing her as she clearly stood in the background, disrupting their almost-perfect view of the Tower Bridge, and preventing them from taking pictures.
“ Fucker.” She cussed as the caller hang up, clearly fed up with her rants, but that meant nothing to the brunette. “Seriously, who the fuck thinks it’s okay to say that Rihanna’s performance was just subpar? Fucking subpar? Wankers. You do not trash our only remaining queen, not when she’s absolutely flawless. She deserves the whole bloody world to worship her.” Shoving her phone in her pocket, June sighed, more annoyed than anything before she turned to the person next to her. “I need a drink. You coming?”









