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OOM: Upstairs.
Nov. 8th, 2009 02:29 amAnd here she'd thought the night wasn't going to be interesting.
Her room is much of the same as it's always been, though she's taken the time to do a little redecorating. Not only that, but there are a few new additions. Trophies, she likes to call them, or rewards for a job well-done - at least, until she can find someone willing to shell out enough to take it off her hands.
The bottle in her hands - well, she might be willing to give that up for a few.
She nudges the door shut behind them, taking a swig straight from the now-opened bottle before she even hears the sound of it clicking shut.
Her room is much of the same as it's always been, though she's taken the time to do a little redecorating. Not only that, but there are a few new additions. Trophies, she likes to call them, or rewards for a job well-done - at least, until she can find someone willing to shell out enough to take it off her hands.
The bottle in her hands - well, she might be willing to give that up for a few.
She nudges the door shut behind them, taking a swig straight from the now-opened bottle before she even hears the sound of it clicking shut.
