NFB [237 and the Streets of Fandom Town]
Having taken the longest shower in her personal history of long showers, D'anna was finally sugar, gumball, twig, and gummi worm free.
When she first woke? She'd tired to convince herself that the weekend was a bizarre dream. The half eaten gummi worm on her pillow debunked that. Then she checked her stash of Ambrosia. Nope, not a drunken flight of fancy. There was still as much there as the last time she'd checked.
"My gods!" D groaned as she flopped down on to her sofa and put her face in her hands. She'd scheduled her journalism interview with Krycek for today. Last thing in the world she wanted to do.
Instead of hiding under the covers on the top bunk for the rest of the day (And yes, top bunk because, EWWWW! Sugar and dirt and gods only knew what was on the sheets of the bottom bunk thanks to bathless weetiny DeeDee D'anna, thank you very much), D steeled herself and picked up the phone.
Ugh. She needed a cigarette and she needed to get the frak out of here. She headed down the stairs, out the door and hit the streets of Fandom.
When she first woke? She'd tired to convince herself that the weekend was a bizarre dream. The half eaten gummi worm on her pillow debunked that. Then she checked her stash of Ambrosia. Nope, not a drunken flight of fancy. There was still as much there as the last time she'd checked.
"My gods!" D groaned as she flopped down on to her sofa and put her face in her hands. She'd scheduled her journalism interview with Krycek for today. Last thing in the world she wanted to do.
Instead of hiding under the covers on the top bunk for the rest of the day (And yes, top bunk because, EWWWW! Sugar and dirt and gods only knew what was on the sheets of the bottom bunk thanks to bathless weetiny DeeDee D'anna, thank you very much), D steeled herself and picked up the phone.
Ugh. She needed a cigarette and she needed to get the frak out of here. She headed down the stairs, out the door and hit the streets of Fandom.