Julia hoffman

Julia was walking a bit awkwardly, a tired, drunk look on her face. The psychiatrist walked into the sitting room and found me, standing by the window. The room was dim, it was almost dark out. The sound of muffled music, and the cheers of a crowd on the main floor felt distant. "Hey." Julia greeted bluntly, sitting down on the sofa with a shot in her hand. "What're you doing alone in here?" She asked in a slightly slurred voice, her hazy chocolate eyes staring at marni. "Party's downstairs." Truthfully, Julia was a bit too drunk and a bit too tired to be in a loud party. She'd noticed my absence and had gone to find them, both out of concern and to get away from the festivities.