Lt. Morgan reporting for ... some shit (tag to police types, OTA)
So, Deb woke up with a motherfucker of a hangover. Her head felt like a big balloon filled with cement that was mixed with tequila. Fuck. Gabriel must've gotten her back to her room because she sure as shit didn't remember getting there.
But after poking into every corner of her room and figuring out her messenger, she showered and got dressed (her clothes were there, which was ... weird), slid on the coat that was in the closet (and fit, what the fuck) and went looking for the police department. She had her badge and her gun and her "don't fuck with me" look (which was a good way of dealing with the headache). She was ready.
It was easy to find; she walked up to the desk and rapped on it. "Anybody home?"
(catch her on the way there if so desired)
But after poking into every corner of her room and figuring out her messenger, she showered and got dressed (her clothes were there, which was ... weird), slid on the coat that was in the closet (and fit, what the fuck) and went looking for the police department. She had her badge and her gun and her "don't fuck with me" look (which was a good way of dealing with the headache). She was ready.
It was easy to find; she walked up to the desk and rapped on it. "Anybody home?"
(catch her on the way there if so desired)