The Fourth Sin - Becky's room [Monday evening]
Becky had had a rough weekend. Her head was still aching, though the wound was finally banaged.
She couldn't drink. She would have sold much more than her body for a cigarette. And she'd only been allowed to sleep after Goldie had stopped asking her questions around seven that morning. Not to mention that thanks to some beautiful, beautiful painkillers, she was a bit woozy still.
To say she was cranky would have been an understatement. She had remembered to make a call, though. Not that she remembered doing so, of course.
[For bluth_illusions and Sin residents]
She couldn't drink. She would have sold much more than her body for a cigarette. And she'd only been allowed to sleep after Goldie had stopped asking her questions around seven that morning. Not to mention that thanks to some beautiful, beautiful painkillers, she was a bit woozy still.
To say she was cranky would have been an understatement. She had remembered to make a call, though. Not that she remembered doing so, of course.
[For bluth_illusions and Sin residents]