[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/phoenix-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190128/bb5a6efa4abb16f7ae32d05075103229.png[/img][/url][IMG]https://media.giphy.com/media/NBxo7YDD5mFk4/giphy.gif[/IMG][/center] A new room, a new scent. Emily woke up tangled in the arms of her overnight lover. He was… lacklustre at best but definitely not the worst. Now Lana? Sure, she loved the girl but [I]damn[/I] she never knew she could let loose and be as fun as she was. Unfortunately even totally wasted Lana was too ‘responsible’ to let Emily teach her how to seduce a man for the night. It was sad, Lana had a pretty sweet body, if Em were a guy or interested in girls she'd tap that. Emily turned her attention back to the man whose arms were holding her close to him. She turned to the alarm clock. 6am. Perfect timing. With that she wriggled herself free from the man's arms. He stirred and murmured a few words, most slurred, with the only distinguishable one being the name ‘Robyn’. Em knew she was the rebound and, to be honest, she didn't really care. She grabbed her bag from the other side of the room and pulled her tube of bright red lipstick from it. Using the mirror in the ensuite she put on a thick coating of it. Emily then relapsed into her usual routine. She scoured the room, finding the guy's wallet inches away from his jeans, crumpled on the floor. She snatched it up and opened the money section to reveal a crisp $50 note. [I]Jackpot[/I]. She snatched the note from the wallet, shoving it into her bra. Generally she had to look for emergency cash as little people just kept it nowadays. She sauntered over to the sleeping man. [color=darkturquoise]”Thanks for my food and drink for today, sweetie, I'll have one for you,”[/color] she says, planting a kiss on his cheek, a red lip stain remaining. With that she shuffled into her jeans, pit on and buttoned her shirt and left, grabbing her handbag on the way out. She traveled down the road a few blocks before calling a cab to take her home, more specifically, the DS headquarters. [center]10 hours later[/center] Emily had made her way to the bar, paying for drinks with her ill-gained profit. She was sipping at her whiskey, even Em knew it wasn't time to get tooooooo wasted yet, when the news playing in the TV on the side of the bar caught her attention, it scarcely did. Then again, it scarcely had the face of her organization's leader and never accompanied with the words ‘missing’ and ‘dead’. [color=darkturquoise] “What the…”[/color] she looked at her whiskey. Sure, Al and Em weren't super tight but she'd known him for years, they've been to hell and back together. Em storm out of the bar and went to the liquor store and bought a couple bottles of whiskey. She then relocated to the training room and spent the afternoon drinking and attacking the mannequins between tears and screeches.