Julie would've lost her job as a security guard months ago if she hadn't woke up to seeing a gang of thieves trying to break in on the monitors, more like they'd gotten in and were running from the scene of the crime. Instead of telling the truth that she was sleeping on the job and and had woken up barely to see them get off with the 'goods' so to speak. She had lied and said she had caught them on the camera coming back from a patrol around the building. Her boss had been unmoved by the speech she'd given, but more than disturbed at the beat down she'd given the trio of would be robbers. But thank the gods her shift was over hearing the knock on the glass pane, waking Julie from her slumber that was almost coma induced. "Hey wake up." Her coworker had spoke up. Shaking off the drowsiness, Julie waved off her coworker getting out of the both and to the locker room to change. The security uniform was tacky, so she had a change of clothes. Nothing great just a pair of bell bottom jeans and a loose fitting tie dye shirt, lost in the seventy or sixties craze. Whatever it was she liked that era since it had been the one of her freedom so to speak. Carrying the bag in hand, exhaling a sigh still tired but it could wait until later on. For now her stomach rumbled and her well 'supper' so to speak was calling. "How's the job?" Julie had texted Enya. Knowing full well that the job scene had been harsh on her, Julie wasn't the one for tips either but tried to give helpful advice from time to time if it worked at all. Next message to Ziandar, "Your on your own for supper tonight." Not thinking that he was most of the time anyways. Walking back to the apartment, part of the reason she choose the job is that it was so close to the apartment. She never bothered locking the door, after all who ever would break into their apartment would find it well uninviting to say the least. Exhaling a sigh as she walks in, coming to the fridge looking inside. "Damn..." Julie had mumbled. Closing the door before grabbing a bottle of Ouzo. Coming back outside to the patio. Pouring a glass, returning to the outside porch to take in the suns rays.