Suddenly, I had this image of myself… as a shiny, happy person. A party girl, even. I’d never seen myself this way before. I was intelligent, sexy, adventurous… but no one had ever accused me of being light hearted.
Justice was. She embodied the declaration that nothing existed outside of the moment. This slice of time you saw her image flashing in. For Justice, this wasn’t a philosophy or an attitude… it was an imperative. She really didn’t exist outside of the club.
While her lack of any past or future insisted on the preciousness of the moment, her blonde hair and gold glitter also promised it could be a lot of fun. The men and women who saw her, believed in her moment… and all it might hold. They gave the money they had, just to share it with her… and she was a party girl, all right. Fuck yeah.