The trio who step through the front door (a few minutes after
piling into a van) probably were dressed finely at some point in their evening. Now, though, the name of the game is: ripped, wildly unkempt, bloody here and there, and soaked. Liz's dress has been raggedly sliced off at the knees. Her hair straggling in her face (some of it still up in
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