“ I don’t appreciate these allegations.” ):< Wiping a bit of skull off her bat.

“He owed me 40 bucks and wouldn’t pay up…not that I did it.”

What? Someone was found with their skull bashed in outside the hotel? It wasn’t herrrrr! How could someone like wittle ol’ her do something that bad?~

“I ain’t your scrapppyyy, dooooo…” She weakly flailed around, before vomiting. Didn’t get on him though!

“Ion…need NUTTIN, mossthhhrrrrr…” Tripping over her own tail.

12 beers deep, about as conscious as a rock. Stop her before she does something stupid.

It is done.

):< Ears ringing. She pointed it at him again. BRRRRRRRRRRR.

Holding 2 air horns. Snickering as she slooowly pulled them down. …nothin. Shaking them a bit and blowing them while she’s pointing them at herself. Damn near making her go deaf. “FUCK.”

She’s waiting on a bridge. For what reason is unknown. She wiped some blood off her face, before blowing the red smoke from her mouth. Staring dead ahead. It…might be best to not ask who the blood is from.