[ She's been on her feet long enough that a minute to sit down and gorge herself unattractively on nachos is a bit of grace she clings to. It isn't quiet, not by a long shot. Even with the band taking a break, the ambience is cloying and energetic and announcing itself without shame. But the table feels quiet, and she's grateful for that too.
It's only once her stomach is no longer growling quite so ferociously that she slows down. Sour cream and tomato juice stain her fingers.
Some hair hangs in her face and she lets it. Her tone is perilously, carefully even. Nashua feels like she's got her toes on the edge of a cliff. ]
You didn't have to kill those guys. [ A beat. ] I was gonna go to the cops in the morning.
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It's only once her stomach is no longer growling quite so ferociously that she slows down. Sour cream and tomato juice stain her fingers.
Some hair hangs in her face and she lets it. Her tone is perilously, carefully even. Nashua feels like she's got her toes on the edge of a cliff. ]
You didn't have to kill those guys. [ A beat. ] I was gonna go to the cops in the morning.