YMCA - Monday morning

[always_aware]

In a piss-poor mood, Ana Lucia hit the gym before having to go into work. She was hungover and feeling like a bitch, and thought to take that aggression out on a punching bag without the use of gloves. Wearing nothing but a short fitted tank, black boy shorts, and bare feet, she went at the bag like it was a certain someone; a someone who's face will never leave her until he's dead. And most likely not even then.

[It's open, but warning you, her mood is baaaad. And if you do, possible bouts of SP as I go shopping with mom. I think.]