Yuu jumped to another grated walkway a floor below. Ill-prepared, she landed hard and cursed as her knees collided with metal. Hissing, she leaned forward against the pain from her knees and ribcage. 474 more words
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“How can you be STUCK?!” I sign laboriously, fighting against the rising tide of frustration lapping at the insides of my stomach.
Her eyes are terrified as she shrugs and indicates (wildly – I can’t even tell where she’s pointing) the location where she thinks the snag is. 462 more words
With every polite, patient customer (AKA Person Completely Aware of What I Do and The Volume of Other Customers Also in the Bar) there is one who waltzes in unannounced like Beyoncé swarmed by uptight bodyguards, rushing up to the bar and waving a twenty dollar bill like an SOS flag. 429 more words
Hello you bleeders, you melancholics, you misery addicts, come in, come in, Mistress Jessica has your fix, and you don’t even need to beg. Get up off your knees unless you’re going to get linguistically creative. 170 more words