Beth's set is amazing -- as usual, Blue thinks with nothing but a very fond envy for that level of innate talent. Her own little works of fabric and thread don't really slot themselves into the same category in her head. But it's not something she minds, really, it's just fantastic. Even if she and Beth weren't friends, she'd find herself feeling a little nostalgic and a little newly captured by the acoustic-rock sounds Beth puts together.
She's been hanging out around the bar, sipping a ginger ale that looks like it could be something harder and staying generally out of Beth's way while she mingles. Blue has half an idea about catching her when it clears out a bit, maybe hanging out a bit one on one in some sort of celebratory, less overwhelming fashion if she isn't hanging out with Jason.
Then it does clear out some, and Beth isn't back, so Blue starts wandering vaguely. That's when she sees him, the man in the hallway. At first he's just a blot against the lights backstage, but she sees a flash of Beth's hair, a slightly forced smile, from behind him.
Blue can feel her blood pressure already spiking. At 4'11", no one sees her as imposing if they see her at all, but if she's ever once watched a man harass someone without feeling like she's about to turn into She-Hulk, she can't remember it.
She crosses the room without even really thinking about it, striding, and catches the guy by the back of his jacket, tugging. She does have her switchblade, and one hand's ready to go for it if she needs to. "She has to get going," she snarls, and her face is every single that bitch Blue Sargent she's ever been called.
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She's been hanging out around the bar, sipping a ginger ale that looks like it could be something harder and staying generally out of Beth's way while she mingles. Blue has half an idea about catching her when it clears out a bit, maybe hanging out a bit one on one in some sort of celebratory, less overwhelming fashion if she isn't hanging out with Jason.
Then it does clear out some, and Beth isn't back, so Blue starts wandering vaguely. That's when she sees him, the man in the hallway. At first he's just a blot against the lights backstage, but she sees a flash of Beth's hair, a slightly forced smile, from behind him.
Blue can feel her blood pressure already spiking. At 4'11", no one sees her as imposing if they see her at all, but if she's ever once watched a man harass someone without feeling like she's about to turn into She-Hulk, she can't remember it.
She crosses the room without even really thinking about it, striding, and catches the guy by the back of his jacket, tugging. She does have her switchblade, and one hand's ready to go for it if she needs to. "She has to get going," she snarls, and her face is every single that bitch Blue Sargent she's ever been called.