Cherry Bomb 06 ♦ Nice ♦ [In person]
[Nice would be lying if she said she didn't mind being woken up. Especially by the loud, shouting man outside her..tent?]
What the..hey..
[Pushing her glasses on, she unzips the tent door and unceremoniously tumbles out, pulling her second boot on as she does so. Soon realising just how cold it still is, she scowls at the tent, hugging her arms around her]
I think I preferred the French place..but 'ey..if this is home, then it's home
[Diving back into momentarily, she retrieves (wth relief) the leather jacket, and zips it up, before pushing her hands into her pockets and heading towards the lake. Or at least she thought it was the lake. She didn't really hear what the posh lady was saying..]