Juliet's brow furrowed, a bitter scowl forming across her lips.  This lazy yutz of a barista, it wasn't enough to sit there and listen to her bawl about her problems [i][color=00aeef]Boo fuckin' hoo, drama llama![/color][/i] but the stripper crack, she's lucky Julie broke 'ol sticky (her knife) the other day.

[color=00aeef]"Fine.  Whatever.  This place'll probably catch fire due to the faulty wiring, so fuck it.  I'm better off sleepin' in a van down by the river than this hillbilly ass shitsack.  So bon voy-fuck you, Queen Bitch."[/color]

And out the door Juliet was, possibly to never be seen or heard from again...but not before pulling a sharpie from her pocket and leaving a huge middle finger on the storefront window.