terrible at math

[candlejack]

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[typeblight]

Maths is terribly boring, anyway.

( Sipping some coffee. Mmm, coffee. )

LJ NOTIFS ARE MEANT TO BE TIMELY 8C

[typeblight]

( No, sir.

She grabs his hand, trying to pull it off her waist, although he's a manly man and she's just Jules, so who knows how successful that is. ) Don't.

( Why is she doing this? Maybe it's some sort of absurd self-punishment. Make herself endure misery by traipsing through a parade of Em's other exes. Florian and Joel can turn up next, really make things wonderful, and she can work out what it is she has in common with all of them that prompted her to leave all of them.

Brown hair, maybe. ) I don't really care.

nope.avi

[osceno]

[ Manly man and asshole or not, he does take off his hand as prompted, tilting his chin up a bit arrogantly as she does so though. ] All right, all right, babe. Don't need to be shy tho.

[ He grins. ] We could go to my fave place, but dunno if ya' ready yet. [ Another toothy smile; it doesn't take one much to figure out he means somewhere private. Like his room. Or a public restroom.

You know. Classy and all.

But he's just joking (OR IS HE), laughing while walking towards some random pub. ]

So, what's eatin' ya?

you're hideous

[typeblight]

I'm not shy. I have taste. ( grumpgrump moodmood

ohyoudidn't. she rolls her eyes, rubbing her forehead. why, why, whyyyy is she wandering with him to the pub? what happened to judgement? because as much as she loathes him and as much as she can't stand the idea of this, she's wandering along.

maybe because in a very sad way, he's a tie to em, and right now, it's the best she's got. it fuels her anger and gives her a connection, albeit a twisted one. )

I don't want to talk about me. ( She goes to play with her hair-- but, oh. No. It's a whole lot shorter, so she awkwardly drops her hands to her waist. ) What is it you do, again? Fix cars? Tell me about a car you like, something like that.

( Guh. )

[osceno]

[ Another howled chuckle. He doesn't take offense easily, at least not from girls. He's a backwards kind of guy.

He walks into the pub instead of a nice, pleasant coffee house, at least holding the door open for her, and walks towards a table by the window, sitting down. ]

Huh? Ya' wanna know 'bout cars? C'mon, babe, you don't look like someone who cares 'bout them. [ He's slow and tactless, not completely stupid. ] Watcha havin'?

[typeblight]

I'll have scotch. ( Hitting harder stuff, lately.

She gives a very slight smile at that, conceding the point. ) If they work, that's as much as I need to know. I couldn't even change a tyre. ( With a little shrug, she actually laughs a tiny bit, thinking of something.

Something that was possibly having to beg Greg to come and rescue her and Em when a tyre went flat. That was a weekend trip that hadn't gone so well, when a plan to diffuse stress had rather horribly backfired. Gradually, her expression fades. ) So! What... ( do you say to your ex's ex that you despise? )

What do you do for fun, Gerard?

[osceno]

[ Scotch? Really? His face is full of surprise when she says so, but he grins and waves over to the bartender. ] Scotch and a pint, mate. [ And back to her, a respectful nod at the choice as he crosses his arms on the table. ]

Well, next time you need to change the tires, babe, here. [ He plucks his wallet out, pulls a business card from it. Has his name and his number. ] I won't even charge, yeah?

[ Then he leans back and shrugs. ]

This 'n that, ya' know? Like, hittin' clubs, drinkin', hangin' out with mates and shit. [ Ladies included, yes, very much so, but does he really need to say it? ] Playin' some footie, yeah? And you, babe? Watcha do?

[typeblight]

( She says thank you, but so quiet to be verging on completely silent, more mouthed than spoken. )

I'll remember. ( She'll throw this out as soon as she leaves. Despite that, she feels the need to prove herself, here: ) I'll pay. I don't take things for free. ( Because she's Julia Grumley, she has so much that she doesn't need handouts. She doesn't need any help or sympathy.

A hand getting that giant chip off her shoulder might be nice, though. She's all bitter and twisty. ) It's nice of you to offer, though. ( Even if he is a giant creep who's probably doing it to try and get in her pants. She feels a bit like basking in anyone being nice to her, at the moment. Even Greg and Vi are avoiding her a bit, lately. )

I drink and smoke, primarily. ( A half-hearted laugh, self mocking. ) I read books, write books. Actually I largely spend quality time with books, lately. Sometimes I head out to clubs.

( With a book. She's hiding in books. Oh, hay, SCOTCH. She takes it happily, and takes a loooong drink. )