Lola grumbled something inaudible as she buried her head in the pillow, and stuck her bottom up in the air under the thick duvet cover. There was far too much coming and going involved in this whole gang lifestyle for her liking. Yawning, the blonde grumbled in irritation at not being able to sleep for the third time that day.

After spending an hour waking up, Lola rubbed her eyes and sat upright. How did these people live with so little sleep? She was convinced that she'd be a homicidal maniac. With a sigh, she pulled on a pair of denim shorts, and a simple black vest top before heading out into the hallway. Not only was she tired, she was also incredibly hungry. As she entered the living room, she waved nonchalantly at the couch before heading into the kitchen area. She recognised the guy from the previous evening, but she didn't remember his name.

"You lucked out then?"

Without warning, Lola climbed  rather nimbly up onto the the work surface and opened the cupboard. There wasn't anything exciting, but at least there was cereal. Kitchens were a relative mine field when you're short. You can never reach anything. For the first time, the blonde realised why all short girls had tall boyfriends. It was like a new form of natural selection.

Jumping down, she grabbed some milk, and after sniffing it suspiciously, she mixed it all together. Taking a bite before leaning against the worktop, with her feet resting on the middle island. 

Well now, wasn't she meeting a lot of new people at the moment? She might as well sign up at this bloody rate.

"So, which one are you? Doc, grumpy, dopey or bashful?"