When things never seem to go right, you can blame it on Murphy.
Chicago, Phoebe Donovan isn't having a good day. Nay, she hasn't been having a good month.
For one thing, she's still a bit sore about the fact she's finally moved out on her own and she hasn't done anything worth mentioning. She also doesn't have a ward. Yes, she's a very young guardian angel and she has to wait a fuckton of years or so she's been told. She's just impatient, people. It's like being the last one in a really, really, really long lunch line.
And Phoebe's fricking hungry.
Not that she'd ever, ever eat her ward. Ew. Cannibalism is not cool.
Another reason as to why she's having a bad day is she's more or less naked. She doesn't want to be sort of naked, mind you. Despite her flamboyant ways she's aware she can't run around through Chicago's streets in her underwear. The problem is Phoebe enjoys wearing white dresses. The problem is she also likes being nice so she agreed to share a cab with this dude that kept chewing his hair despite the fact she was all, Dude, that's creepy. Like, Marilyn Manson levels of creepy. Cut it out for serious.
His response was to throw her out of the cab, the hem of her dress getting stuck in the car door. The rest is history.
Did the narration mention it was raining?
An older woman with large spectacles is staring at her disapprovingly even as Phoebe hides behind a tree. "Okies, lady. It's not like I wanted to end up like this, yanno. I didn't just wake up today and go, hey! I'll go to Grant Park and let everyone see my girly bits! That's a capital idea!" A beat. "At least the undies have cute little hearts?"
The woman harrumphs.
A little help, s'il vous plait?
For one thing, she's still a bit sore about the fact she's finally moved out on her own and she hasn't done anything worth mentioning. She also doesn't have a ward. Yes, she's a very young guardian angel and she has to wait a fuckton of years or so she's been told. She's just impatient, people. It's like being the last one in a really, really, really long lunch line.
And Phoebe's fricking hungry.
Not that she'd ever, ever eat her ward. Ew. Cannibalism is not cool.
Another reason as to why she's having a bad day is she's more or less naked. She doesn't want to be sort of naked, mind you. Despite her flamboyant ways she's aware she can't run around through Chicago's streets in her underwear. The problem is Phoebe enjoys wearing white dresses. The problem is she also likes being nice so she agreed to share a cab with this dude that kept chewing his hair despite the fact she was all, Dude, that's creepy. Like, Marilyn Manson levels of creepy. Cut it out for serious.
His response was to throw her out of the cab, the hem of her dress getting stuck in the car door. The rest is history.
Did the narration mention it was raining?
An older woman with large spectacles is staring at her disapprovingly even as Phoebe hides behind a tree. "Okies, lady. It's not like I wanted to end up like this, yanno. I didn't just wake up today and go, hey! I'll go to Grant Park and let everyone see my girly bits! That's a capital idea!" A beat. "At least the undies have cute little hearts?"
The woman harrumphs.
A little help, s'il vous plait?