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After showering, Julia looked through her wardrobe for what to wear. Her old leather jacket had been irreperably damaged in the explosion that took her left arm and right leg. She'd been able to buy a few more leather jackets from 'retro' shops in Arcadium 15, though hearing them called retro had really pissed her off. They sold trenchcoats in that shop too. She knew of a few dead E street members and MCPD officers who'd be horrified to see that if they were still here.

After wearing a particularly shiny 'dress' one, a silver crop top that she would not have been able to pull off without the jacket over it, and tight leather pants, she then actually brushed her hair and did her makeup for once. The finished effect was that she now looked like a rather attractive, trendy woman in her early 40's as opposed to late 50's, if you ignored the greying hair. She took her handbag and her keys and headed out the door. She didn't need to look far or wonder which car was Xiang's. It was certainly a statement, and no doubt the car of an eccentric heir. She approached it and knocked on the window. After the door was opened for her, she slid into the passenger seat.

[color=7893E7]"Just me,"[/color] She replied. [color=7893E7]"sorry, hope you weren't waiting too long. I had to remember how to dress up."[/color]

She was certainly tense when she heard the engine. It wasn't exactly a sound you'd associate with the healthy engine of a safe car. Her grip tightened against the edges of her seat. The sound apparently being deliberate was slightly reassuring but that was cancelled out by the heir apparently having made the car herself. After a while, she got used to the noise, and could see that Xiang was a very good driver. Julia had never owned her own vehicle but when she was ninteen, she had a boyfriend who owned a hoverbike. Riding on the back of that thing was the single scariest thing she had experienced in her life at that point, gunfights included.

Xiang easily got past the bouncer, a task that Julia always remembered being a gargantuan struggle for a posse of scruffy E street kids, several of whom were too young to drink legally. So even by the standards of heirs, Xiang must be a big deal. Not just a corporate higher up, but maybe a CEO herself. She followed Xiang to her usual spot, and smiled when she saw where it was.

[color=7893E7]"Well, isn't that a coincidence,"[/color] she chuckled before collapsing into the sofa beside Xiang. [color=7893E7]"This was my usual spot too."[/color] When the robot bartender arrived, Julia had no such restraints as Xiang did. [color=7893E7]"I'll take a cocktail. Shuffle. Choose random."[/color] The robot bartender process the command words before ordering Julia a random cocktail. Not even she knew what she'd ordered.

After her new friend inquired about her story, Julia looked like she was deep in thought for a second. [color=7893E7]"It's not a case of 'I'd tell you but then I've have to kill you.' There's a lot of details we would genuinely both get targeted for if I spill them, so I'll have to cut a lot out. I'll tell you what I can, though. I was in prison for the last thirty years. Walked right into a trap, got blown up, caused a huge mess that I had to clean up by taking the fall for absolutely everything, in exchange for a lenient sentence."[/color]

The doors to the club opened, and a man in a black coat walkied in. For a brief second, Julia swore she recognised the gentleman. She tried imagining him thirty years younger, and the color immediate drained from her face. Her eyes narrowed to pinpricks. Something Xiang could never have pictured until that moment; Julia was terrified. She averted her eyes and preyed that he hadn't noticed her. Why oh why of all days did she have to wear a leather jacket today?!

[@Kumbaris][@Thayr]