Another dollar, another day at the office. Today was another day Yoko would swear she was only here for the money. Not that it was particularly bad by any extent, but the day was filled with meetings after meetings on the progression and security here within the 8th ward that it sorta just droned by without any goal or success. Talk was circulating about cracking down on some of the lesser known, hit or miss, ghoul bases; as well as where the influx of graduates were going to end up and under who's supervision. 

Personally, she didn't care. The last of the meetings were just dismissed and she was done with required work until the start of the next week. Yoko couldn't wait to get home and see her darling Riichi, who was in the prime of his life, and maybe hit a few of the clubs and attractions scattered around town. She just had to lock up her office for the day and she'd be off. [color=a187be]"Pardon me, sir,"[/color] one of the office rats sputtered after bumping into her and going off on his merry way. Yoko soft-spokenly cursed at her small breasts. This was an issue that normally wouldn't have bothered her if it wasn't as long of a day as it has been. She had about had it with this office, when lo and behold, she opened her door and found another work file sitting on her desk with her name on it. She reluctantly packed the file with the rest of her belongings, to be read at another place, another time, and made her way home after locking up. 

What was in that file could be saved for tomorrow and hopefully wouldn't require another trip to the office. Now was the time to sit back and relax, at least a couple of hours before getting home to Riichi. Dark Nights was the point of interest right now for her. Though she has yet to actually go inside, she has heard positive things about it and has seen its rise in popularity. It was pretty lively by the time she arrived, a bit too much probably for the long day she's had. Nevertheless she found her way inside, grabbing whatever source of alcohol there was that was relativity cheep, and unwinding as fast as humanly possible.