Hopping up onto the doorstep, she knocked at the door of who she knew as 'Drink man'. Since he always spoke of nothing but mixing drinks usually, and his cat. She looked quite wild, her hair looked longer than usual, her face had a few scuffs here and there, since she kept tripping over her own feet and jacket/dress.
She hoped he was in, it was boring and cold out here, she knew Shax was quite interesting, he always had something good to talk about. Even if her current mindstate probably wouldn't understand most of it.
















