Blinking, Rachelle groaned as she saw the woman walking to the Center. She'd just arrived? FUCK.
"Aw, fuck my life. Super-bitch puts her foot in her mouth again." Rachelle mumbled to herself, before sprinting over to Cersei, massive headache be damned, and rolled her eyes.
"Yo. Sorry about that. You've been fucked up on booze before, I'm sure. You know how hangovers make you bitchy. What's your name, babe? Nice look, by the way. Classy. Hair's a little butch for my taste, but still: very nice. I'm Rachelle. I'm sure you're gonna have a fuck-ton of questions about this place."