Hyperion Hotel, Friday

[psycho_barbie]

After several days spent sleeping in nightmare filled fits standing the shower and scrubbing until her skin was raw preparing in her room Callisto finally emerged.

She knew what she wanted, and wasn't going to stop until she had it.

Bye, bye, houseboy.

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[psycho_jackass]

Logan was downstairs, working in the office. If by "working" you meant "surfing the web for naked photos manips of the Olsen twins."

[psycho_barbie]

And there was Callisto leaning in the doorway, cleaning her nails with a dagger. "Didn't your mother ever tell you it was rude to go rummaging through a girl's mind?"

[psycho_jackass]

Logan gave her a wary look. "Once or twice," he said. "But she was drunk, so I wasn't really paying attention.

[psycho_barbie]

"Pity." Callisto flipped the dagger over in her hand as she spoke. "If you had, it might have saved your life."