[ Somewhere someone screeches in response to her covering Mr High & Mighty in the kind of shit the people on the floor drink. Oh my God, someone else stage whispers to her right and Alexa feels a moment of true and utter pride. Pride with a fucking capital P. Tear down the patriarchy, the feminist saying goes, reform the system, take it the fuck down, all of it. And she's doing just that, yeah? It doesn't exactly feel like rainbows and sunshine, she bumped her leg something awful on the bar stool, but it feels pretty good nonetheless. The look on his face, the complete surprise, the opposition that follows, obviously. She loves the shit out of all of it.
Huffing out a laugh, she turns around with her now empty glass, about to go order a new one, probably making some snide remark about putting it on Monsieur Girard's tab, since he's the one who wasted the first one.
She's still German to the bone, but she keeps up with the news. Alexa knows more about Luxembourgian politics than a whole lot of Luxembourgians who seem to prefer blinding themselves to the capitalist, neo-liberal realities of their country rather than doing shit about it. Jean Louis Girard personifies that. Her Mom and Dad buy into it. No, even worse, they profit off of it, don't they? Sometimes she feels like the only sane fucking person left in the world. Shit.
And tonight she took on the role of rebel extraordinaire! Upgraded her evening from okay to worthy of a fucking joint. She can't wait to tell Timm about it, he'll be so proud, old-school anarchist that he is. ]
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Huffing out a laugh, she turns around with her now empty glass, about to go order a new one, probably making some snide remark about putting it on Monsieur Girard's tab, since he's the one who wasted the first one.
She's still German to the bone, but she keeps up with the news. Alexa knows more about Luxembourgian politics than a whole lot of Luxembourgians who seem to prefer blinding themselves to the capitalist, neo-liberal realities of their country rather than doing shit about it. Jean Louis Girard personifies that. Her Mom and Dad buy into it. No, even worse, they profit off of it, don't they? Sometimes she feels like the only sane fucking person left in the world. Shit.
And tonight she took on the role of rebel extraordinaire! Upgraded her evening from okay to worthy of a fucking joint. She can't wait to tell Timm about it, he'll be so proud, old-school anarchist that he is. ]