[Rosa doesn't get "dressed up" unless she absolutely has to, like if Amy's trying to kill everyone with her shitty food and invites them all over for Thanksgiving (she really only adheres to it because Amy gets into throat-slitting mood about it, and Rosa respects that). She's made a point of deliberately not dressing up since she's arrived in this fucked up alternate universe, and so when she hears about some new swanky bar that has some kind of dress code, she sticks to her guns - or rather, her knives - and muscles her way in under threat of missing limbs and body parts.
Having an unlimited supply of blades in her leather jacket helps, and has been the best damn thing about being here.
And, true to form, she elbows her way up towards the bar to cut ahead of whoever might've already placed a drink order to get herself a bottle of whiskey and a glass. It's as she's waiting for her stuff that she hears a voice.
No, not just a voice, like some random fucker nearby, but one she knows. One she knows well, and one she almost never would've thought she'd have missed until she hadn't heard in months. Eyes wide and wild, she turns to the side to catch sight of the back of the man's head, but even without seeing his face, there's no mistaking it.
Holy fuck.]
HOLY FUCK. BOYLE?! [In her excitement, where most people would probably hug, Rosa instead balls up her fist and punches him in the back of the shoulder - hard.] BOYLE, WHAT THE FUCK?!
CAN I GET UHHHHHHHH #3?????
Having an unlimited supply of blades in her leather jacket helps, and has been the best damn thing about being here.
And, true to form, she elbows her way up towards the bar to cut ahead of whoever might've already placed a drink order to get herself a bottle of whiskey and a glass. It's as she's waiting for her stuff that she hears a voice.
No, not just a voice, like some random fucker nearby, but one she knows. One she knows well, and one she almost never would've thought she'd have missed until she hadn't heard in months. Eyes wide and wild, she turns to the side to catch sight of the back of the man's head, but even without seeing his face, there's no mistaking it.
Holy fuck.]
HOLY FUCK. BOYLE?! [In her excitement, where most people would probably hug, Rosa instead balls up her fist and punches him in the back of the shoulder - hard.] BOYLE, WHAT THE FUCK?!