"He didn't do anything," she says. The words settle something inside her, and she stops feeling like she's going to fly apart. She shrugs out of Newt's jacket, rubbing her arms. "He just grabbed me, he said things." She takes a shaky breath and reaches, fumbling, looking for Jack's phone. "Dee doesn't know where I am. I didn't see her when I left the club." She needs to call her, or something.
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Date: 2017-02-21 05:55 pm (UTC)