Lonnie slowly woke up, cursing quietly because her head hurt so badly. Without moving, she thought back over her night, trying to figure out what the hell she did to make it feel like she and Rath had spent the night drinking, smoking and playing some of their more kinkier games.
She remembered hanging out on the street corner. That
one guy was hot but there was no way she was gonna pay. Then the two other
likely prospects got distracted by
that bitch. The bar looked like a good place to
pass some time, even if the old guy did want to
see ID. Then she left...and
met up with that blonde and her furry friend. It was all a blank after that.
A soft rumble caught her attention. Lonnie waved her hand and the lights came on. "The hell?" she yelled, staring at the
thing sleeping on her floor. She picked up the nearest thing at hand, a book, and threw it.
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