Loo bursts through the door, her face frowned in frustration and anger. She slams her purse down on the sofa, the contents spilling out onto the sofa.
"The nerve of that stupid Sentinel. Tsk! I really don't blame him." She huffed and cursed.
She walks over to the bar, her high heels clicking on the floor, and grabs a glass and a bottle of whiskey. She pours herself a generous amount, the amber liquid splashing into the glass. She took off her heels and carelessly throws them to the side.
She lights a cigarette, the flame from the lighter casting a brief, flickering glow on her face. The smoke curls up towards the ceiling as she takes a long drag, her eyes closed in exhaustion.
" F**k you, Sentinel! Damn you to hell. If Jaxon wasn't being such an annoying d**k, I'd not have come to y
