She can see him pause, and absorb that information, but instead of telling her leave -- or even looking aghast, or startling, he processes it quietly and pours the tea. And then he tells her to sit, and Eponine feels very much on the verge of tears, once again, uncharacteristic and weak feeling.
Eponine has been imprisoned for lesser crimes than this.
She looks hard in another direction, and sits. "I was out," she starts. "Just out, wasn't even trying to get a drink or sneak in somewhere, just at a show. Anyway, a man noticed me smiling at the music, and we started to talk. About music, at first. He was nice, passionate. Acted like he enjoyed just talking, not all hands the way men can be, sometimes, you know."
"He told me he was a promoter, and he could get me back to meet the band." Her hands tremble a little and she looks away. "It's stupid. I was stupid."
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Date: 2018-11-22 04:02 am (UTC)Eponine has been imprisoned for lesser crimes than this.
She looks hard in another direction, and sits. "I was out," she starts. "Just out, wasn't even trying to get a drink or sneak in somewhere, just at a show. Anyway, a man noticed me smiling at the music, and we started to talk. About music, at first. He was nice, passionate. Acted like he enjoyed just talking, not all hands the way men can be, sometimes, you know."
"He told me he was a promoter, and he could get me back to meet the band." Her hands tremble a little and she looks away. "It's stupid. I was stupid."