The Fourth Sin - Becky's room [Tueday evening]

[lesssexthanmiho]

Becky lounged on her bed, occasionally poking at her bandaged wound, which stretched from the middle of her chest up to her right shoulder.

On her tiny black and white television, Vanessa Saturn was playing and she was rolling her eyes. Neo-noir was stupid.

[Open to Sin residents and invited guests yay.]

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[bluth_illusions]

GOB knocked on the door. "Becky? It's GOB."

[lesssexthanmiho]

Becky decided she should start poking her wound harder and then maybe she would just bleed out.

"It's open."

[bluth_illusions]

GOB walked into the room. "Booze. No orange juice. Feeling okay?"

[lesssexthanmiho]

"I'm fine," she said, eyeing him. "You promise no orange juice?"