"I'm Julie. We got some other people from up your way. Nadine's from New Hampshire, and there's a few folks from New York. What year is it for you?" This seems like a bizarre question, but it really, really isn't. It's actually an incredibly important piece of information.
Julie snorts. "And what upside-down version of America are you from where all that shit's free?" she asks wryly. "This ain't Thorne or Solvunn. The only free lunch you're gonna get's the one they give you at the barracks. For now."
But with one hand, she fishes in the fancy little beaded purse that hangs from her wrist. She pulls out is a gold cigarette case, inlaid with little crystals, but what's inside doesn't look anything like cigarettes. Instead, it's filled with joints rolled in rose petals.
"But luckily for you, you met one of the few people in this world with access to weed," she says, taking one of the joints out. When she turns to offer it, though, she pauses and squints, as if for the first time seeing the actual person inside the clothes that had caught her eye. "Wait, how old are you? I'm not gonna get chewed out for hookin' up a fourteen-year-old."
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Julie snorts. "And what upside-down version of America are you from where all that shit's free?" she asks wryly. "This ain't Thorne or Solvunn. The only free lunch you're gonna get's the one they give you at the barracks. For now."
But with one hand, she fishes in the fancy little beaded purse that hangs from her wrist. She pulls out is a gold cigarette case, inlaid with little crystals, but what's inside doesn't look anything like cigarettes. Instead, it's filled with joints rolled in rose petals.
"But luckily for you, you met one of the few people in this world with access to weed," she says, taking one of the joints out. When she turns to offer it, though, she pauses and squints, as if for the first time seeing the actual person inside the clothes that had caught her eye. "Wait, how old are you? I'm not gonna get chewed out for hookin' up a fourteen-year-old."