Take me downtown, that's where I wanna go

[bitchytramp]

Cassandra, dear readers, is an idiot.

Namely, she decided, while Rose was dozing on the couch after supper and John was engrossed in his books, to go out clubbing. After all, Rose has been so tied up doing that tedious 'work' thing (waitressing in a little diner down the street - it's not there anymore, incidentally), and then she gets home and

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[liberatechicago]

But only mostly empty.

The firebombings were a coordinated attack, they had been scoping those places out. A man in the club made a phone call and now there's a guy in a ski mask closing in down the street towards her. He body-checks her when he gets close and stops, turning and staring at her face.

"Do I know you?" He's aggressive. Very aggressive. "I know you, don't I?"

[bitchytramp]

"Excuse me," Cassandra snaps, and tugs her coat tighter around her. "I think not. I only associate with people who have class. Which you obviously do not possess."

She huffs a bit, flips her hair over her shoulder, and tries to brush past the guy.

Rose, behind her eyes and not in charge at the moment, is trying not to panic.

[liberatechicago]

The guy in the ski mask doesn't let her past. Instead he grabs her upper arm roughly, still staring at her.

"No, I really think I do." he says, and pulls her further down the alley. "I can pick out scum like you anywhere."

[bitchytramp]

"I beg your pardon! Unhand me! Unhand me!" She tugs her arm back, stumbling as he drags her.

You idiot! Rose screams at her in their head. This is why I said don't go out! He knows you're a wanderer and he's probably going to kill you!

She stops arguing with the man for a moment, to listen to Rose's rant, and realises... this is more trouble than she'd like to deal with.

Rose, abruptly, is in control of the body, and she nearly falls as she trips over something.

Oh bloody hell.