What whatwhatwhatwhatwhat? You mean you were buck naked when you were talking to them?
[Jill pulls back with an out and out cackle. She hasn't relinquished the knife yet, it's still threaded in her fingers as she holds her sides.]
No wonder they were pissed off! You haven't got the abs to get away with that, trust me!
[Callous body-shaming complete, she is overjoyed to see the hot chocolates being brought their way. She all but rips hers from the waitresses hands, uncaring about the woman's sour grapes. What should she care? It's not her fault she's stuck in this crummy dead end gig serving freaks like her.
Oh wait is the old guy talking again?]
Subtlety? [Her brows pop high and alarmed.] Career? Oh — you mean this whole show biz-business. Ugh.
[Jill rolls her eyes and takes a test sip of her drink. Still too hot to scarf back, even with her pronounced resistance to pain.]
Well. It's not like I never had to keep it low key before. I just thought my days of hiding in the shadows were over with, I was so relieved to finally roam free. Say what I want, do what I want, frolick footloose and fancy-free. Now I gotta go back to playing like I'm Miss Morose 24/7? And not even the real one at that.
[There's a frosty slap to the face for that one. Jill snarls and takes a sour sip of her cocoa, scalding temperatures be damned.]
Fine. I'll play along. But we better find the way out soon, or I might just slip back into old habits to cope...
[She'll let their imaginations run wild with that one. She feels like Grandpa Joe has enough clues to guess by now. If he doesn't, he's a real shit cop.]
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[Jill pulls back with an out and out cackle. She hasn't relinquished the knife yet, it's still threaded in her fingers as she holds her sides.]
No wonder they were pissed off! You haven't got the abs to get away with that, trust me!
[Callous body-shaming complete, she is overjoyed to see the hot chocolates being brought their way. She all but rips hers from the waitresses hands, uncaring about the woman's sour grapes. What should she care? It's not her fault she's stuck in this crummy dead end gig serving freaks like her.
Oh wait is the old guy talking again?]
Subtlety? [Her brows pop high and alarmed.] Career? Oh — you mean this whole show biz-business. Ugh.
[Jill rolls her eyes and takes a test sip of her drink. Still too hot to scarf back, even with her pronounced resistance to pain.]
Well. It's not like I never had to keep it low key before. I just thought my days of hiding in the shadows were over with, I was so relieved to finally roam free. Say what I want, do what I want, frolick footloose and fancy-free. Now I gotta go back to playing like I'm Miss Morose 24/7? And not even the real one at that.
[There's a frosty slap to the face for that one. Jill snarls and takes a sour sip of her cocoa, scalding temperatures be damned.]
Fine. I'll play along. But we better find the way out soon, or I might just slip back into old habits to cope...
[She'll let their imaginations run wild with that one. She feels like Grandpa Joe has enough clues to guess by now. If he doesn't, he's a real shit cop.]