Rhiannon rubbed the pad of her thumb against the cigarette filter. “Julianna. She’s white, I’m guessing in her sixties. She told me she’s a linguistics professor at UNLV. She looked as surprised to see me as I was to see her, but then she made it her life mission to try and personally administer my Come to Jesus appointment. I hope she’s breaking a sweat over it. I hope they’re eating her alive.” One final puff on the Marlboro and she tossed it.
“Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure you can take her.” Rhiannon winked. They reached a corner pub. She stopped outside of the doors, willing to go inside if Valerie wanted to get that drink or to keep walking.
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on 2013-09-11 07:40 pm (UTC)“Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure you can take her.” Rhiannon winked. They reached a corner pub. She stopped outside of the doors, willing to go inside if Valerie wanted to get that drink or to keep walking.