This week could just go bum itself, for all Sarah cared. As if it wasn't enough to be moping about personal reasons anyway, of course she had to feel twitchy and restless for a fucking week too. And to top it all off, this morning she was woken up by her phone ringing across the room, and she'd had to stumble out of bed, and of course it was a ( Read more... )

The decidedly sexual sort of restlessness apparently was still not going away. That was just grand. Add to that that Electroclash had just caught up with the radio broadcasts from the last couple of days and heard herself being identified by cape name as leaving Guy's apartment after all electronics had been fried, and she was just having a banner ( Read more... )