#rm:julia

Was Julia a regular patron of this kind of establishment? No, certainly not. In fact, this had been only her second time ever inside a strip club. But, a lot of bars weren’t open this early in the day, and, far more importantly, they had this unbelievable happy hour offer. One dollar mimosas? Two dollar draft beers? That’s the kind of shit she lived for.

“If you don’t mind. I’ll make sure to repay you for your time!”

Shifts one up onto a shoulder.

“I work just down the road, so it isn’t very far…”

Usually, when people started off on an adventure, they tended to do one of two things. Some approached things with a cheerful, optimistic demeanor, already convinced of a mission’s success. Others kept things realistic by talking about their battle-hardened mettle and ability to survive, showing that they were nothing to be messed with. Either way, it was a public way of showing that one was a dependable, loyal companion.

Julia, on the other hand, did neither of those. In fact, very time she went out in the wild, she wanted to lower expectations as much as possible. 

The moment she was alone with this mysteriously-garbed Sheikah warrior, she laid things out in no uncertain terms.