Later, Amy would regret waking up at that moment. Unfortunately, regret didn't let her alter the flow of events, or prevent all of the teasing that would happen as a result of awakening when she did.

[color=E52B50]"Good mmmmmphorning, Lauren,"[/color] the stripper said, burying her face in her pillow, feathers spiking up as she did. She stretched, almost languidly, her right leg shaking a little before her body collapsed into relaxation again. [color=E52B50]"Those wake up calls lose their effectiveness on weekdays."[/color]

The only way to make a Monday worse? Wake up next to a prostitute with a night of regrets and breath you wouldn't use Listerine on for fear of starting some kind of chemical reaction in your mouth. Most of her classier dates were on weekends as well. Hearing this at the week's beginning wasn't exactly usual fare.

Oh, ####. Today was Family Day.

She gripped the pillow tighter, trying to go back to the night before and the small inkling of hope that had come with it. No, not that Wisteria would come. She wouldn’t. It was as simple as that, and to be honest, Amy was somewhat glad she wouldn’t. But after the terrifying slog that had been the team’s previous mission, a return to at least somewhat normal life was welcome. Next weekend, maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad--and at some point between now and then, she could…

Still, it was a Monday. And greater plans than those of mere mortals had been destroyed in the face of the work-week demon.

[color=E52B50]"Do I have to get up now?[/color]