#neglectsintuition

the club is dingy, with dark corners and places where awful things could happen. she hasn't learned to close her eyes and IGNORE IT just yet, and when she sees a certain customer come in, she's sliding up alongside some of the girls. a word, a motion. everyone quietly comes to understand. but minnow's never been a quiet thing, a shrinking violent. she rises up, her teeth, her fangs, her bloodied violence worn like a badge of honor.

and shit. rue wouldn't mess with her, but it didn't mean that the world didn't sometimes mess with her, already there with a shake of her head. "don't." because if she was going to START SOME SHIT, things were probably going to escalate to ugly, fast. and rue, well, beyond the whole, it's her job to keep shit cool here, it's more like... "hey. last time he said something about cutting you, like... be chill. i don't..."

rue worries. she can't help it. she's already, like, gonna make sure she doesn't walk to her car alone or anything after her shift with this guy around, knowing he couldn't keep his shit together either. aka... an absolute recipe for disaster, and like, one where rue was not going to be taking CHANCES. "i'm serious about this one, min, that guy is like, no good."