003// cold shower tuesdays, november shivers and rearview mirrors
[The residents of Corona Civica House are getting an eyeful, alright. Faye doesn't seem to notice that she's moved up to the second level as she goes into the living room, naked and still dripping water--resembling closely the more attractive version of a wet, unhappy dog--and looks around for her housemates.]
Do we even HAVE towels in this place? I cannot find a damn one in any of the cabinets in the bathroom.
How the hell am I supposed to maintain my femininity without a towel to use? You idiots might be alright with sitting in your own stench, but I sure as hell am not.
Do we even HAVE towels in this place? I cannot find a damn one in any of the cabinets in the bathroom.
How the hell am I supposed to maintain my femininity without a towel to use? You idiots might be alright with sitting in your own stench, but I sure as hell am not.