[ julie's hand twitches for the knife under her jacket when quentin gets down there with her, but she stops herself. susie would be pissed if she killed her little boyfriend for trying to help, even if it confuses the fuck out of her. he's so relentlessly nice it kind of drives her insane. ]
What? You never found a flask in the teacher's desk?
[ it's confusing, she would've assumed she'd sober up coming here, but she doesn't remember being drunk before a trial before. maybe the entity doesn't like to help out that way. or maybe she's just unlucky. ]
[ after a few moments contemplation of her miserable situation, julie looks up suddenly and smack's quentin's hand away. ]
no subject
What? You never found a flask in the teacher's desk?
[ it's confusing, she would've assumed she'd sober up coming here, but she doesn't remember being drunk before a trial before. maybe the entity doesn't like to help out that way. or maybe she's just unlucky. ]
[ after a few moments contemplation of her miserable situation, julie looks up suddenly and smack's quentin's hand away. ]
Why are you helping me? Get the fuck out.