"In New Yooooork....Concrete Jungle where dreams are made of..." Alyssa sang, twirling down the hall. "Thanks for giving my duckling a bath, sis. Should I do legwarmers or no? Too fame? I feel a tad 1986 in this outfit," she sighed.
"You should come with me," she grinned. "Help me out? Ease my nerves? They're giving me a welcome check today. Dinner on me? PLEASE? I'll buy you weed, anything!"