Re: Juliet & Ophelia
Juliet's throat worked around expensive burn, and her eyes squeezed tight. Naked, no make-up save the smudge of faded kohl and that looked like she'd gone to bed and woken up in it, and done nothing to clean up. Study of contrasts, this corner of the bar, the woman who drank clean and sharp and the woman who didn't.
"I don't have a goddamn clue." The twisted smile-made-grin, a flash of teeth. "I've been here two days. How good can a place be, anyway?"