You could have least sent me a postcard (Damien)
Lian's had a long, hard day. At work, which was extremely busy, she had to deal with more druken assholes trying to grab her ass than usual. And then, there was patrol, in which a raid against one of Black Mask's operations had gone poorer than expected. He was stepping up his game. Which meant that she had to step up hers.
Right after she had a very long bubble bath and crawled into her bed after eating hamburger helper and watching bad late night television...which sounded extremely inviting right now.
Except when she climbed into her window, she already smelled the Hamburger Helper cooking.
Weird. When she'd talked to James earlier, he had already said he had plans that night. And it wasn't like he had a key to her apartment. No the only other person who had a key had up and left and hadn't called since.
"James?" Lian asked, walking into the kitchen. "I thought you were going out -"
She stops when she reaches the kitchen. And glares.
"Oh, so you are living and breathing. I was starting to wonder."