closing time

[Well. It's been...a day. A day in which Alazne's taken responsibility for a great many things, sent a message to her sifu that was nothing more than a picture of her flipping him the bird, and put their handler on mute while she shuffled through the minifridge.

Which might be why, in the long hours of the night, she is now down at the hotel bar, looking nowhere near as inebriated as she should and angry at her cup for this fact.

This will clearly not end badly.]