<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hailey Birrell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>XCOM Firing Range<br/><strong>Action:</strong>About to do something stupid<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jena Hargreave<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hailey put down the rifle,<strong>"Maybe later then, you stay put"</strong>she instructed the carbine, grabbing onto the dividers of the bays to make her way to Jena's and picking up the bottle for another mouthful.  Jena had almost pulled the trigger before Hailey remembered to put the muffs back on, the bottle slipping from her hand to shatter on the floor in time with the roar of Jena's rifle.<br/><br/>She stared down at the puddle of alcohol and shards of broken glass before raising her gaze to the other woman,<strong>"Opps"</strong>she commented, followed by a goofy grin and another shake of her head.  Things were starting to spin and she lowered herself to the floor, her back resting against the bay and several pieces of glass cutting into her shapely rear,<strong>"OWW!!!"</strong>she yelped at the realization, but made no effort to move.