"Hardly a good morning," Kiki growled. She was un-showered, her blond hair pulled back sloppily, dressed in her definition of Sunday-best: skinny jeans in dark blue, a form-fitting cashmere sweater, knee high alligator boots. Even though it wasn't a bright morning, Kiki still had her sunglasses on, and she lazily pushed them up on her head after flopping down on the couch.
"Is there any coffee?" she whined, pathetic. "Can we send someone to pick something up?"