Juliet just sat quietly, gulping down her coffee, which in her opinion tasted like burnt ass, but at least the sick was gone from her stomach, for now.  From the corner her eye, she had noticed the hipster chick (yeah, she was a hipster, don't deny it) eyeballing her.  Fuck was her problem?  Merely, she just brushed it off and threw back the last of that fucking black ink in her cup, along with throwing her mug on the floor.

She then walked over to the bar again and leaned over it, [color=00aeef]"So that flyer outside says rooms to rent, right? How much we talkin'?"[/color]

And just what the fuck was she listening to?

[color=00aeef]"Huh...nice tunes.  Sounds like an Alabama trailer park with a hidden meth lab."[/color]