Micah sat up in... not his bed. He looked over his shoulder to see a pale-skinned beauty resting beside him. She shifted a little, letting her blonde hair fall over her simple, cute face. She definitely wasn't the type he would usually score with, but it wasn't a totally uncommon occurrence. His head throbbed, and his brain was completely fried from the night before. He wasn't going to think too much of it, only because it managed to hurt so much.

He turned, allowing his legs to move off the edge of the bed, and felt something against his hand. There was a letter under the pillow. [i]Well, it's on my side...[/i] He slipped it out, and saw its print.

[hider=Curio Curiosity][i]"These bumbling idiots couldn't organize their way out of a paper bag. As much as it pains me to request a lowly magical creature like you, your assistance is needed at the Museum of Fine Artes this evening.
[b]You are to promptly arrive at 6:00 PM and not a moment sooner[/b] - the guests are there to observe in awe the art exhibit, a priceless collection of magical artifacts we've retained from the Land of Oz. Some of these magical artifacts, fallen into the wrong hands, could wreak havoc on our Darktown sanctuary in Dark City. In order for this event to be a success, I must beef up security and you will be my extra security, or extra beef or something like that. 
1. You should be present, but not seen or heard.
2. You are to guard these artifacts with your life. 

Signed Begrudgingly,

[u]Her Highness, The Mayor, Red Queen of Hearts[/u][/i][/hider]

He quietly stood on his feet, feeling the stumble as he tried to physically stabilize himself. The hardwood flooring felt cool under his feet, and he slowly gathered his things, dressed, and put himself together. He was not about to be seen like a mess in public, and looking as normal and put-together as possible was a great way for him to hide the shame of having to sneak around in this broad's apartment to make a sneaky getaway.

As Micah exited the building, the sun pierced through his eyelids. [i]Should've looked for my damn aviators. Oh-fucking-well.[/i] He could feel his heart beating up in his throat, but refrained from vomiting right there. 

[i]I guess I have work tonight.[/i] He needed a shower and a change of clothes, preferably a suit and not the stained club attire currently on him. He was unsure of where he was, but was confident he'd find his way home. He looked down at his watch: [i]2:00[/i].

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By 3:30, Micah found his way to a proper bathroom. He took a quick cold shower in hopes of a desperate recovery, smoked a bit of bud to relieve his continued headache, and stuck on a suit and black tie. He tucked his revolver in his pants, and kept some extra rounds on some clips, which he tucked inside his blazer. It was still bright outside, and he nabbed a pair of sunglasses off the resident on his way out. The man sat naked, tied to a chair. [i]Surprising this shit fits me.[/i]

At 4:30, he began making his way towards the Museum.