morning after
She has spent rougher nights; rougher nights in brigs, even. On way less sleep. That doesn't mean she feels any better walking into Quaritch's office, though.
(she's trying to ignore the bruises, and the fact that the damn table caught her right across her ass; she actually succeeds fairly well.)
She was the one who threw the first punch, so she gets to go first.
Lucky her.
(she's trying to ignore the bruises, and the fact that the damn table caught her right across her ass; she actually succeeds fairly well.)
She was the one who threw the first punch, so she gets to go first.
Lucky her.