74 Godiva Street, Monday Morning

[fjordicswagger]

On Monday, Tamsin woke up.

This was only notable in the sense that over the past two days, that had not technically been the case.

But yes, Tamsin woke up-- spat some brown hair out of her mouth and squinted up at the brunette it belonged to.

Then she spat out some very foul words.

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[nookiepowered]

Bo took a scout around the place with her newly Bo-cognizant brain. "At the Boozahol Superstore?"

[fjordicswagger]

"Unless you have some liquor I can replace it with," Tamsin said.

[nookiepowered]

"Not on me..." Demonstrably. "Though I do work in a bar."

[fjordicswagger]

"Smuggle me back a couple of bottles and we'll forget about all this," Tamsin said.

Seriously. They'd had a lot to drink that weekend. She had the collection but didn't like, down all of it like this.

[nookiepowered]

"Police corruption is getting out of control on this island, I tell ya..."

[fjordicswagger]

"Funny," Tamsin said flatly.

[nookiepowered]

""I mean, don't get me wrong, I get it. If the pay's so bad you have to take side jobs as a hit-woman..."

[fjordicswagger]

"I remember telling you something about sassing me," Tamsin said, narrowing her eyes.