Berkeley, Far Too Early Sunday Morning
So, Rikku was in jail. This wasn't exactly anything new. Although the drunk tank wasn't technically jail, but close enough. Apparently, when you and your partner-in-crime got horribly wasted while clubbing and then decided to hunt vamps, that counted as "drunk and disorderly."
Rikku was trying very, very hard not to wake up. Because she was going to be hung over when she woke up, and she was pretty sure she'd messed up her ankle when she'd fallen off her shoes, because it looked all bruised and nasty, and that could wait until she woke up, too.
The sunlight wasn't helping. Maybe she should put her pillow over her face and groan.
(for the BADASS VAMP HUNTER who is also dressed like a hooker and waking up in jail this morning)
Rikku was trying very, very hard not to wake up. Because she was going to be hung over when she woke up, and she was pretty sure she'd messed up her ankle when she'd fallen off her shoes, because it looked all bruised and nasty, and that could wait until she woke up, too.
The sunlight wasn't helping. Maybe she should put her pillow over her face and groan.
(for the BADASS VAMP HUNTER who is also dressed like a hooker and waking up in jail this morning)