The sound of boot heels clicks almost silently down the hall way of the building. The smell of liquor and Autumn drifted along with the body. Rain barely drenched the soft waves of her hair a soaked umbrella hung by the side of a satchel type purse. Clad with an envelope marked belated birthday with a name seemly faded from what would be seen.  

It didn't seem hard to figure this wasn't a business call for the lady. She was dressed in leather. Her jacket complimenting the black tank and baggy jeans. A large belt wrapped around her waist. Keeping her jeans to stay on the small waist that accompanied the body. Her boots traveled half way up her thighs keeping the jeans from straying to much. 

[i]Knock. Knock.[/i]

Her fist hit the door of the apartment Accompanied by her lazily checking her watch. He should have known she was coming. Did she even get the right door? They all looked so similar, he probably confused the number on his door. Stupid addict. She was only doing this because surviving family wanted her to check up on him. 

[color=995591]" Hell If you don't open the door. I'm leaving and telling Auntie your dead. "[/color]She would say leaning against the wall sticking a match stick in her mouth. The end having been smothered by the rain. If anything she wanted to return too work but that wouldn't be open until later that day. Black-ish hair puffed about her face in as she growled in a frustrated tone.