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[She does point it out.] Shrugger. [But it's with a fond smile and a gentle bump of her arm against his. The pace is fine, she's in no rush - R hasn't let her get hurt yet, she has no reason to think he will now.]

You learned to play chess? Wooooow. [Julie laughs.] Maybe you can play with me. I'm not very good, though.

[ He shrugs in a apology for shrugging. Oh wait. That's not right. ]

Me..either... [ Not that that's surprising, he thinks. It's a work in progress. His weak point is that sometimes he mixes the pieces up. The horse goes in an L though. We got that one down. She's probably good at it. ]

[Well, they can be bad at it together and listen to awesome music while they attempt to play.

At least he's right about exactly what she meant when she said 'drink'. Coffee would have been acceptable, but alcohol is much better. Who says you don't know how to take a girl on a good date, R?]

I told Nora all about you.

[ Only the best of music.

Is this a date? Oh my god. He's staring at their hands again. This is actually going really well right now. Don't mess up. Here let him push this door open for her. ]

You did? [ Nora's reaction must have been along the lines of "You're insane." ]

Well, yeah...

[She ducks her head and tucks her hair behind her ear with her free hand, moving through the door with a quiet 'thanks'. Nora's reaction had been something along the lines of 'you're insane', at least at first (once she actually believed her), but unlike her father, Nora actually listened.

She'd listened, and understood, and sighed and put her chin in her hands and made fun of Julie for her 'zombie boyfriend'.

Julie hadn't ever expected to see him again.]

She wanted to know where I'd been. How I'd survived. She saw you take me, remember?

Hmm.

[ The girl hiding under a table that was never pointed out to the others despite some hunger still looming around the group while they left. She could've been dead too.

But she wasn't, so that's good. Julie had a friend to talk to. Someone that could make a string of complete sentences and properly convey human emotion on a face that's not pale as all hell.

Did she lose that good friend being here? That's a sad thought. Probably would've been better to get stuck on the safe island with Nora than stuck on the safe island with him. No super close friends you've known for god knows how long here.

Damn, now he's thinking about his friend. M would've wanted a drink. Okay. Don't get depressing. This was going so well. He makes a awkward jerky motion with his free hand to indicate she should sit down somewhere. ]

Still not much of a talker, huh.

[Though she doesn't seem to mind. She looks around the bar and appears to deem it acceptable before she heads to a seat, her fingers still tangled up with his.

Nora isn't here, and she's sad about that - Nora's had a hard life too, she might have liked it here.]

That's okay. [She likes that he listens. It makes him easy to talk to.]

S..s- Mmhm. [ He was going to apologize for it. But she said it was okay. Talking's still difficult. But he'd gladly listen to her talk for hours.

He looks at their hands then takes a seat next to the one she headed to and sat himself down without letting go. He's starting to think his hand got stuck holding it -- not that he's going to be the first one to let go. Sorry if the rigor mortis is a thing. It comes and goes. He had a loose enough grip that she could slip out of it though, right? Yeah.

Okay. We got to where the drinks are. How do you order a drink? Let's just stare at Julie. She knows this one. ]

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[As if she hears that apology coming she smiles and shakes her head, and she's not letting go of his hand because she doesn't want to, not because she can't. Definitely not because she can't, and she's not shy about it - she lets their hands rest together on top of the bar as she lifts the other and waves.

Yeah, she knows how this works.]

Hey! Can I get a beer?

[If people are looking, she doesn't care.]

You want one?

[ Oh, hey. He's seen that gesture before. The hand goes up and you get the drink. He always wondered why M did that. Makes perfect sense now. He looks over at the bartender, curiously. He wonders if it'll be the best thing she's tasted. Can't imagine they have anything good in that stadium of hers. He then puts the unblinking eyes back on her.

-Huh? Does he want one? He shrugs. ]

Augh! [There's her shoulder bumping up against his arm again.] There you go again! Stop shrugging, shrugger! [Her nose wrinkles and there's a merry little twinkle in her eyes.]

Are you getting a drink or not?

[ Sorry. He stares at her - that's a cute expression Julie. Oh wait the point is to not shrug not find her face cute when she wrinkles her nose at it.

Stop looking at her eyes and answer the question before someone catches on. ]

Okay. [ If only because he'd probably look really out of place sitting here watching her drink something if he doesn't at least have a cup to hold. Plus it'd be rude not to. Order a drink: support your fellow undead! ]

Great. One for my friend, too, thanks. [The latter remark is directed at the bartender as a cold bottle of beer is placed down in front of her. She tilts her head to look at it as if it's the most amazing thing she's ever seen, then picks it up and takes a mouthful, swallowing.]

Oh my Godddddd. [Her shoulders drop back and she grins over at R.] I think I'm gonna like it here.

Knew it. [ He's got a smile going at her reaction. She thinks that's good just wait till she eats real food-- not that he's tried any of that but it looks way better than anything he's seen lying around back at the airport. Something like pizza. We should order Julie a pizza. ]

[She looks over at him, pausing with the top of the bottle resting against her lower lip. Her head tips again, and this time she's quietly appraising him, her eyes flicking over his face.]

You know, you look nice when you smile. [Then she's abruptly looking away again, tilting the bottle up to take another sip, another swallow.] ... I keep thinking I'm going to wake up.

[ His head ducks down when she points it out and pulls his shoulders up sheepishly, not even realizing he was doing it till just then. He's looking over at her still and idly turns there hands side to side on the bar.

You're not going to wake up. It's real. He might not be the best person to ask about what's real and what's not but it feels realer than a lot of things. ]

[He's right. He doesn't say a word but she knows what he means and he's right.

Shrugging again.

She presses her lips together, savouring the taste of the beer, then sets the bottle down and pinches the soft part of her hand hard enough to draw up livid red crescents against the skin with her nails.]

I guess not.

Mmhm.

[ Pinching yourself to see if you're dreaming. Does that really prove anything? Can you feel pain in a dream? He wouldn't know. He's only done it the once and hasn't since he got here. ...Not that he feels pain to begin with really. Can you test dream pain if you can't feel a pinch to begin with?

He has to remember to try it if it ever comes up again. ]

Hmm.

[Julie was always taught that you can't feel pain in dreams, and the spot where she pinched herself is still tingling. She's quiet for a little while, soaking in the ambiance of the place and enjoying the company, then a question occurs to her and she turns her attention to R, resting her head against her hand.

The other, still tangled up with his, doesn't appear to be moving any time soon.]

Where did you go..? Afterwards? [After I left you.]

[ R's happy to just sit there and enjoy it. She doesn't have to say anything. He moves the beer he has back and forth across the bar, following it with his eyes, then slowly pulls it over close to him and tilts it to sip it and oh hey that's actually---

--What'd she ask? He puts his attention back on her and then tilts the bottle back into an upright position before it goes pouring all over him. ]

Oh. [ After she left. He frowns. ] Went to go...back.. but cold... rain so had to ...wait. [ He almost forgot about the rain making him feel like he was freezing to a second death after his heart felt like it was stomped on. That sucked. ] Then here.

[Ouch.

As much as she'd known it was the right thing to do, she wishes it could have been different. She'd even left him a note, and pictures trying to explain why she left, not knowing if he'd understand either.

She squeezes his hand again, her voice softening.]

Cold? You felt cold?

[ He's still got the pictures in his pocket. Or. They had been. He put them in a frame back in the apartment. Wonder what she'd think of that one.

He gets it. He understands. He squeezes her hand back very lightly then pauses. Oh yeah. Cold. That's actually weird to feel. Didn't give much thought about it at the time. ]

Yeah. Really cold.

[The girl pauses, parts her lips to speak then second guesses herself and frowns instead, letting out a little huffing breath through her nose.]

How?

[ R leaves his mouth agape, trying to think of an answer to her. That's a change in the 'who even knows' direction. He did dream too. He glances to the side then stares back at her ]

I ...don't know?

You really are changing, aren't you...

[Julie smiles, though she looks distracted, rocking back slightly in her seat.]

My dad would never believe it. Never in a million years.

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