Who: Mia Queen and OPEN What: Mia's a little on edge, whoops When: Thursday Night Where: Streets Rating: Low
Mia had been drinking. She hadn't thought it was a lot, but when she left the bar in the middle of the night to walk home, she definitely was a little tipsy. She scolded herself - getting shit-faced drunk was for when you were at home where it was safe to do that. How she had let this happened, she had no idea. Mia would later blame it on getting complacent here, but right now her mind was too muddled to focus on the cause. Instead she was focused on her current situation - she was vulnerable. Thankfully the cool air did wonders to start sobering her up, but now she was already on edge. Even after several blocks and a more confident stride, Mia was on edge.
As she walked she started thinking she was being followed. She picked up the pace and so did the person. She slowed down and so did the person.
... then she realized it was her shadow. Fuck.
She stopped and closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath in - she needed to get it together. Only then she definitely saw someone and her training kicked in, reaching to grab them and push them against the wall with an angry, "What do you want?!" Her mind hadn't caught up yet that this person probably wasn't a threat at all.