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Becky was bored.
Bad things happen when Becky is bored.
She wandered the town, steadily working her way through a pack of cigarettes and playing with her lighter.
She stopped to look out at the ocean in a somewhat thoughtful way. You know. For Becky.
That was when she spied the Bluth yacht. She grinned.
A few minutes and some quick, sneaky work with her switchblade and she was inside. She looked around the...steering room, and figured it couldn’t be much different from a car. She popped below deck for a moment into what she assumed was GOB’s cabin.
It was surprisingly tidy. She stole a glance at a photograph of a boy about her age before delving into the closet and extracting a wire coat hanger, carefully replacing the copies of Penthouse and Jugs beside the black top hat and deck of trick cards she had disturbed.
She went back up, and carefully worked the wire with the ignition.
She grinned when she heard a roar indicating success.
And that’s when she saw the keys lying out.
She rolled her eyes, and took the steering wheel.
Becky maneuvered around rocks along the coastline, and finally picked a cave at random. She stopped the boat, and, jumping into the icy water, used the rope that had previously tethered it to the dock to tie it off to a rock.
She smiled a bit.
And then realize she had to swim to a beach.
Half an hour later, a sputtering, soaked, thin, leather-clad creature meandered into the Sin, and put herself to bed, still muttering about the half-full pack of smokes she’d lost.
She fell asleep smiling, though.
[ooc: It’s meta if you know Gilmore Girls, yes. And this is open to interaction from Sin residents who are bold enough to go bug Becky when she’s sleeping, I guess.]