CLOSED STARTER // @grievemind
"You know," Julian starts, watching the woman throw back another shot. "I think you might wanna slow down." He looks at her with both amusement and just a dash of bafflement. She seemed to have a tolerance of steel.
He was often told not to pry by his boss, but most times regulars liked him a lot for that very reason. He was a good listener, and sincere if nothing else. "Any particular reason you're getting white girl wasted? Like...bad breakup, or?"
Maybe not the most sensitive way to ask, but he was genuinely curious. And a bit concerned. "For the record--I think I've seen large, grown men fall over with far less than what you've drank tonight. Are you perhaps superhuman?"







