For Dollface

[notveryfearful]

Immediately following this contract.

The door opens not into Chainsaw's hallway, but the bar.

It's probably the last place in the universe Sweetheart wants to be when she's covered in her own blood, shaking, with a stolen towel wrapped around her.

Well, no -- it's the second to last place. The last place is back on that bed with her blood

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[got_your_tongue]

It's been a while since her own run in with Chainsaw, which is why Doll can be in the bar today without the urge to throw up or run screaming.

And then the door opens. And she looks up.

She's out of her seat and halfway across the room before she even knows she's moving.

[notveryfearful]

It takes a minute for the motion to register, and her first instinct is to move back, escape.

Except moving back into the tiled room isn't really an escape.

When Doll's identity registers a moment later, though, she takes a deep, shaky breath and halts.

[got_your_tongue]

She recognizes the flight instinct and pulls up short, mentally kicking herself. (She doesn't do this, she just sends them home, but this is someone she knows and she is going to have to learn.)

"Hey."

And again, softer, gentler, "Hey."

She glances at the room over Sweetheart's shoulder; it's no place she recognizes and yet--

Don't think about it.

"Where do you want to go?"

[notveryfearful]

She shakes her head.

"I don't -- anywhere. Upstairs?"