Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in julie_sanchez's InsaneJournal:

Monday, April 28th, 2008
10:03 pm	Credit Squeeze "What do you mean 'declined'?!?" Julie Sanchez demanded incredulously to the pimply faced cashier at her favorite coffee shop. She knew she didn't have huge sums of cash in her bank accounts, but she had enough to pay for a damn mocha ice and a chicken salad wrap! "I've got money in that account, it should be going through!" "I'm sorry miss," the teenager replied, not sounding very sorry at all to the werewolf's ears and smelling like he hadn't showered in days to her sensitive nose. "It says 'card declined' -see?" He held up the credit card pad, which had the aforementioned words burning out of the display accusingly. and she restrained the urge to snatch the device out of his hands and throw it into the wall. Julie huffed, frustrated, and pulled out her billfold from her purse to try and dig up enough cash to pay the bill. "I don't believe this," she muttered, face bright red from embarrassment. "Here. Let me." The voice came from just beyond Julie's right shoulder, and a wadded-up twenty dollar bill landed on the counter like a wounded bird. "Keep the change," Oliver said through a smile he didn't mean as he balanced his own large black coffee and roast beef sandwich. He had been at the opposite end of the counter getting his own order when the minor commotion took place, and his mouth was tight at the corners as the high school dropout behind the counter picked up his money and scuttled off. "Having a day, are we?" he asked the werewolf archly, gesturing towards the table he'd intended to claim. "On second thought, you wouldn't mind eating outside, would you? I'm kind of expecting someone, and she doesn't like crowds. Besides, the people in here --" He jerked his head at the counter guy, who studiously avoided the spellcaster's attention "--leave a lot to be desired." ( One of those days ) (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008
5:55 pm	News Julie hummed to herself as she worked on cleaning the bar. Basketball was over for the weekend and there weren't many patrons in the Lighthouse that evening. The regular foursome of elderly card players had a table toward the back that she checked every so often to make sure they were well supplied with drinks and snacks, but aside from that the bar was mostly empty and she was getting a headstart on cleaning. The door chimed and the werewolf looked up from her task to see a familiar face walk through. It had taken her a long time to work through her anger at Hannah's death and not place the blame squarely at Whistler's feet. It had been difficult, even knowing it wasn't his fault she'd still wanted to blame him but eventually she'd worked through it. "Hey stranger, long time no see," she greeted him with a friendly smile and moved to go back behind the bar. "What are you drinking tonight?" Whistler had intentionally missed the earlier festivities. Not that he couldn't get wrapped up in the 'Road to the Final Four' (and he was a fan of college basketball), but with so much pressing on his mind of late, he couldn't bring himself to paste on a fake smile and make small talk. He'd especially hoped that Connor wasn't working this late; while their last conversation had gone well, by now he'd probably heard about Rhiannon's forced commitment to the latest government blunder and worried that the blame would be spread around. After all, the Agent was supposed to 'know stuff' like this in advance. Except when it involved him directly or indirectly. Then the bets were off. He glanced up from the polish of his shoes and gave a tired smile to Julie. "Whatever you've got that's guaranteed to peel wallpaper," he replied. "And then set it on fire, would'ja?" ( Do you trust your government? ) (Comment on this)