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Larxene walked out of the building, her blonde hair tied back into a small ponytail. She had changed out of her work clothing and into a pair of yoga pants and a black hoodie, ready to flee the club while the night was still young. Instead she found herself facing a group of stragglers. The woman smiled lazily at them before clicking her tongue. "This side of town is pretty popular huh?"

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The sun was eating the horizon alive when Roxas sat up, undoubtedly hung over, and tiredly ruffled his sleep-styled hair as he threw his legs over the side of the mattress and sat. His temporary apartment was void of typical necessities, but it was most importantly lacking the much needed cup of coffee that'd get him through his day. Or at least a part of the day. Groaning at himself for taking those final three shots that definitely did him in and contributed to an embarrassing bout of profuse vomiting in a stranger’s bathroom, he stood up and began scrounging for clothing on the floor. Easier said than done considering he’d just moved and refused to unpack anything except sheets, he found a pair of black cigarette jeans and a hoodie before digging up a beanie, tiredly brushing his teeth and snatching his keys off a lonely breakfast bar laden with takeout boxes.

His blue circle lenses, which he had accidentally slept in, seared his eyes as he stepped out into the autumn air that hung like a warning. The ex-idol met the sun’s tired greeting with a grumble and sought out the nearest coffee shop that carried bagels, muffins or some kind of anti-nourishing carbohydrate. Not wanting to walk far, his black slip-on Vans carried him to the painfully busy TWI-COFFEE where society’s yuppie culture was already angrily spitting their orders into panicked baristas’ faces. Currently, there was a woman drumming her red acrylic nails across the counter in mid-scream and Roxas found himself crusty eyed, annoyed and beyond censoring himself even though he was standing in line among several onlookers who would hear him.

“I hope someone pisses in her coffee,” Roxas murmured to the nearest warm body with open ears and a willingness to contribute. Suddenly, the woman's screaming reached another octave and Roxas winced. "Or pisses on her face."