Julien leans on the rickety wooden railing outside the small bar, a lit cigarette between her lips. her brown eyes snapping over the the sound of heels on gravel, where she sees you hobbling the uneven walkway and up the shitty stairs, almost tripping when the railing leans with your weight. julien immediately stubs out the cancer stick and comes to help you regain balance you alright there sweetheart? her thick accent drawls out