for #72
[Roses are red, violets are blue...and this Violet is particularly blue tonight. Getting into 72's house was a piece of cake. And while she never managed to find his porn stash, she did manage to tear down a few posters of scantily clad chicks. And find alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.
So now she's sprawled all over a couch in the living room with heart-shaped chocolates on her lap, watching The Notebook on his TV. Sammy's licking her dangling hand, and the other hand is nursing a bottle of whiskey. And well, someone might also notice that her clothes are everywhere, such as her skirt on Sammy's head. She's only wearing one of Jack's barely-used dress shirts that she found in his closet, after all.
Nope it's not a break-up, but she's still alone on Valentine's Day. That should count for something, right?]