"..that's why I think that the issue that our current mayor and his administration should be focusing on is deliquiency and youth-related crimes. In many cases, these are youths that have been forgotten by our society, and I think a program needs to be introduced to decrease this demographic. In other cases.." "Hey, Jay, isn't that your dad?" Sweet, sweet rest came to a jolting end with a rustling set of shakes on her shoulder from some enigmatic invader. After a few yawns and a clear rub of her eyes, the invader takes on new clarity. It's that guy from last night's party that acted like they were the best of friends. She didn't know his name, though she's sure he's introduced himself at least twice. In a sea of knocked out partygoers collapsed on the floor - or in Jennifer's case; the couch - this guy was perky and active, having set the TV to blare loudly to the dismay of everyone. A few glances towards the electronic box revealed the truth. It was indeed her father on the big screen, doing one of his bits on justice and the goodness of his heart, or attacking his opponents. She didn't care, but it'd been the occasional joke in her circle of 'friends'. Scrambling out of the couch tiredly, she tries to take in what remains of last night. Yet another hangout turned party. In the end, just another blur of smokes and alcohol and loud music. Her head certainly regretted it now. Hunger gripped her stomache, along with that nauseating feeling that says she either didn't sleep enough, drank too much, or both. Either way, this place was dead now, save for the one guy now flipping through channels to find his favorite cartoons while munching on leftovers. Time to go. If that broadcast was live, maybe the house would be clear. A quick food and re-clothing run wouldn't be out of order. "Uh, are you leaving?" She had to get into the basement for her instrument anyhow. Might as well skip the argument about doing something with her life. With a small shrug she tip-toed around a throng (more like three) sleeping guests, and made her way to the door. Just another day in paradise. Sigh.