...Maybe I should've cooled them first.

[She's not going to panic, because she's a big girl. But holy shit.]

[She strides out of the bus in a trench coat, ignoring all of the stares she gets as she disembarks. It's a good this thing is waterproof, she thinks, because beneath it sweat sheets out of her pores and collects in all sorts of uncomfortable places. Better that, though, then have anyone see these.]

[Swears as another taxi sails by.]

I could be drawing fanart right now if my tablet hadn't decided to finally give up the ghost. Rabble rabble rabble.

Please...I think I killed someone.

The upside? I've got street cred.

( Who needs credentials when you've got bullshit? )

( Frankly, I consider getting us off the yacht alive to be my achievement of the year. )

Part 1. If you read part one prior to June 4th, it's been rewritten.

( Childish? Sure. But a girl can only amuse herself so many ways after four hours under a table. )