need to know about the hottest girls at the punk show pls pls 👀👀
Stell I am so sorry this has gotta be like, at least the third time I’ve teased you with the jynbine fic it’s been like three years 💀 I swear it is still in my regular writing rotation I just cannot seem to get far with it 😭
You get a lil snippet tho <3
The first thing Jyn notices is her hair. It would be difficult to miss the vivid orange, glowing like a flame under the black light. The same light highlights dots of what must be paint splattered across clothes that look as worn and functional as Jyn’s.
“First time?” The other woman asks, leaning in close to be heard over the noise from the stage.
Jyn shakes her head no, trying to play casual. It seems like an easy lie, but the woman doesn’t look convinced.
“Really? Strange that I’ve never seen you around.”
“Strange,” Jyn agrees, noncommittal, barely remembering to disguise her accent.
“I’m Sabine,” she says, and Jyn barely manages to keep from flinching when she offers her hand to shake. The tips of her fingers are stained darker with some kind of pigment, chipped polish on her nails.
“Kestrel,” Jyn says, already resigning herself to the understanding that she won’t be safe to come back here after tonight.
(thank you for the ask <33333)
