Re: Gotham: Russ & Imogen
"Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree," she quoted. Kerouac was one the first books she cut her teeth on. Jesus lived in the hearts of the people who'd stole her, but they didn't believe in not sharing words because they would corrupt. Corruption came from other places, and not from pages or bottles on a sticky bar in a smoggy town. "I want you to buy me a drink," she added, linking the quote to his statement with a small sentence and a smile. "I'll play you a song for payment," she suggested, toe of the once-clean Uggs sliding beneath the blindingly yellow strap of the violin case.
She lifted her leg with the flexibility of young, no intentional seduction in the long leg that bent in ways that would be illegal if she was dressed different. She set the battered case on her lap, and she opened it. The buckles clicked, and she smiled at the sound like it was an old friend. The violin was old too, stained and worn, and only the hair on the bow was new.
She set the chin rest on her shoulder. "I don't think God cares what you do in churches. They're just buildings to remind people outside of what they should carry inside." The bow slid across the strings. "I wanted to see what it was like here. Do you have a journal?"