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[color=#837E7C]She assumed that she was lucky the liquid she spit out didn't actually hit the man in front of her. However, with the help of the same ghost that almost snapped her neck with its punch, the liquid came back towards [i]her[/i]. With her face now covered in a mixture of alcohol, Jules didn't know what to think. She was tired-- real tired, in fact, and this man really wasn't going to let her catch a break. Silently, she reached towards the towel he passed towards her, only to pause at his suggestion. They were to go to the powder room to clean up? Why? He wasn't even-- oh, well, he was [i]now[/i], after having spilled his drink on his own clothing. She watched him with a less-than-amused expression as she set down her glass. How many crazy people were around here, anyhow? First it was the kid, now it was this lunatic who had a ghost. At least that other spirit that Simon bumped into [i]looked[/i] friendly. This one, on the other hand...

[color=#41A317][b]"Of course!"[/b][/color] Jules suddenly agreed, a strained smile washing over her face. There was no other choice than to agree, after all. She could take on the man herself, though after her spiel during the first stage, she didn't think she could risk a fight. Not to mention, she could hardly see out of her left eye, and every time she breathed her side razed with pain. No, she definitely couldn't take him on in her current state. [color=#41A317][b]"I'm not against having a nice, civilized conversation in the powder room."[/b][/color]

She lifted herself from her chair, ignoring the pain that once again struck her side and taking a few steps towards the powder room. As she passed by Donny, she roughly patted the boy's shoulder to alert him to her departure. She prayed that he was smart enough to realize that, if she was gone for a while, that he should probably check on her. But if she couldn't do anything in this situation, what did she expect him to do? Throw shit at the crazy man's ghost? Would that even work? Heaving a heavy sigh (and cursing under her breath as pain blossomed anew over her rib cage), she walked the rest of the way to the powder room and slipped inside the room that was labelled "WOMEN".

Jules was both surprised and delighted to see that someone was there, though her delight quickly faded away to worry. Great, this woman might get caught in the midst of what was about to go down between her and the man with the demon horse. As she scanned her up and down, she realized that she was the woman from before-- the one that had that ghost. [color=#41A317][b]"Morning,"[/b][/color] she greeted cheerfully. It was best to remain as nonchalant as she could about the upcoming situation, after all. Without another word, Jules walked to the sink and began to wash her face. [/color]