Circe awoke in a large warm bed, the alarm clock on the night stand said it was just shortly after one p.m. She jumped into the shower, cleaning off the mess of last night. After drying herself off and throwing her hair up in a ponytail she rumuged through the closet, tossing dresses and skirts off to the side.

[color=f49ac2][i]Seriously, it's 2016 who even wears this shit anymore?[/i][/color] She thought to herself. Finally settling a pair of black skinny jeans and finding a Halestorm tee-shirt that she managed to just fit, she turned her phone on. A single text message was awaiting her, it was in the group chat, she went and read it.

[i]Meeting Tonight. 8PM. HQ. Don't be late.[/i] It said, Circe sighed, someone would have to teach Mommy Ally how to text, he was just to formal. Circe walked down the stairs and made her way to the kitchen. Last night's dinner only half eaten still sat on the kitchen table, she dug her way through the cabinets looking for food, finding a s'mores poptart she began munching on them.

She had to step over the bodies of the couple from last not to make her way to the door, she put on a light jacket and her shoes. As she opened the door she turned back to the now deceased bodies.

[color=f49ac2]"Thanks for last night, though you should definitely work on your cooking skills next time. Hehehe"[/color] And with that she closed the door and headed for the city.