( Sarissa is, as always, coping with a stressful situation in the best way she knows how: copious amounts of whiskey, liberally applied. Admittedly she's not looking her best: some buttons from her button-down are missing, the shirt has a splash of blood down it and is patterned with flamingoes, and she has what looks like a real shiner of a black eye developing.
So, when she looks across from where she just landed on the ground and sees a pair of bright heels? Sarissa huffs out a laugh. )
Fuck. ( Hang on, she needs to take a swig of her booze. ) G'day. You're a patch of sunshine, arencha?
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So, when she looks across from where she just landed on the ground and sees a pair of bright heels? Sarissa huffs out a laugh. )
Fuck. ( Hang on, she needs to take a swig of her booze. ) G'day. You're a patch of sunshine, arencha?