[b][i][color=ec008c][center][h3]Anomaly[/h3][hr][/center][/color][/i][/b]
[i]"Hey, wake up. There's trouble. Hero time. And it's like...3pm or something."[/i]

Xoxi rolled off of the couch, landing on the floor with a [i]thud[/i] as she heard Lucky speak to her. The amputee looked up at Lucky with a tired expression. [color=ec008c]"3pm? Jesus Christ, how much did we drink...?"[/color] She said as she leaped back onto her feet, looking around at everything while she regained her bearings. A ghostly hand appeared in front of Xoxi, and she was a bit more relieved. She could at least recognize that. One time she drank she could only see it as a ghost and she was scared shitless. It was embarrassing, even though Pudding didn't admit it.

Throwing on her hoodie, Xoxi walked over to the door with her bag, ready to head out... whenever, she guessed. She was still a little hungover, but she could fight through it. It'd only be about thirty minutes at most until she was sobered up.