Strutting down the streets with a canteen filled with vodka, Camee giggled to the air, her mind swirling with the alcohol. It burned her throat and made things twist and turn but she didnt care, that was the fun part. Reality was horrible. Reality told her she was a pole dancing prostitute who was truly loved by no one. The alcohol told her a different story. One that made her feel important. A street light flickered above her head and she stumbled, laughing hysterically.<br/><br/>"Its like a firefly..." She murmured. Suddenly a group of men surrounding a car caught her attention. Why were they carrying that man? She raised an eyebrow and crossed the street to investigate. She was vaguely aware she was still wearing her outfit from her performance but she was too tired or sick to care. Guns shone in the moonlight and she grinned.<br/><br/>"So whats goin' on here?"