<b>NAME: CLOE PEREZ <br/>
LOCATION : HOTEL ROOM ON ZODIAC ISLAND <br/>
TIME : EARLY MORNING, 20TH JUNE<br/>
MOOD MUSIC : HAPPY NOT KNOWING - KARLY RAY JEPSON<br/>
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</div><br/><br/>Cloe was never an early riser, but something was making her very uncomfortable so she begrudgingly woke. Mother fucker her head hurt! That was some good quality booze! Ugh she wanted a coke and greesy breakfast. There was a warm body under her, she slightly lifted her head (ugh bad idea), it was Kenji. Her eyes drifted down his sleeping form to her own. She was in her underwear...... Well, at least he was cute she guess, figure he was the type to take advantage of a drunken date. She honestly can't remember much past getting off the flight.<br/><br/>She frowned before pulling the thing sticking into her side that had woken her. It was a piece of wood.... What the? She slowly sat up looking around the room. They were curled up on what was once the bed, it was broken to bits, more resembling a birds nest than a bed. There was glass on the ground from paintings and a mirror.<br/><br/>Pain shooted through her head again when she looked left. Owwhh! This hurt more than a hangover. Her hand going to her head she winched. She was surprised to find a lump there. The asshole had hit her?! What the fuck did he do last night!!<br/><br/>She looked back down at him. He looked so peaceful and cute asleep like that,cute. She punched him in the gut.<b>"Get up Asshole. What the fuck did you do last night? If I find out you punched me I am going to shank you, heist be damned" </b>