"Yeah, I mean, it's kind of my one major dealbreaker," Jules says, teasingly self-deprecating. "Like, not even just for going out with someone, but being friends or whatever, too. It's too big, you know? Too important. If someone's not gonna be cool with that, I'm not gonna waste my time."

It may have taken her a long while to reach that place, to feel even a fraction that confident in her own skin. Now, though, it's perhaps the thing that comes easiest, that she's most sure about. Underneath her carefully chosen exterior, she may be a whole fucking mess of carefully hidden trauma and insecurity, but when it comes to this innate part of who she is, she's not going to fuck around with anyone's closed-mindedness or bigotry.

Eddie seems cool about it, though. Not that she assumed otherwise — she wouldn't be here if she had — but it's reassuring all the same. Looking at the club in question, she smiles approvingly. "Looks like a good choice."