<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/09/fe/57/09fe5791b41d94052601b319a3f22ca2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12378952#msg12378952)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco | 8/4/17| 6:30 a.m.<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dhavali (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369964#msg12369964) and potentially Emily (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12366180#msg12366180)<br/><strong>Content:</strong><em>You are my Sunshine.<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">Continued from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250448.msg12379770#msg12379770).</span></em><br/><hr/><br/>Billie stared at her Android smartphone for a few silent minutes, not but the sound of her breathing filling the air, after she sent the final message to her younger sister. She understood, on some basic level, it was rude to pester at such an ungodly hour. Not everyone kept the crazy hours in which she lived and breathed with regularity.<br/><br/>It had been her intent, upon arriving to her apartment, to recline out on her rickety balcony while enjoying a smoke and take in the rare silence to be found upon the usually bursting city streets. Yes, sometimes, even someone like Billie, could take a moment to embrace her inner Tibetan monk.  Still, despite the presence of exhaustion weighing on her mind and body, she could not resist the opportunity to bother Dhavali. She always had time to rain down a little chaos on her life.<br/><br/>Rising up from where she cocooned herself in the warmth of her blankets, Billie slipped her feet into the waiting slippers at her bedside and then covered herself in one of her favorite robes, the one made of silk and embroidered with a gigantic lioness face on the back.  It did little to shield her from the near freezing temperatures in her apartment but she did not bother retrieving something warmer from her dressers.<br/><br/>Instead, she picked up her carton of smokes and then ambled slowly over into the kitchen to search for some coffee grounds. It was not the easiest task since Billie was not the most organized person in the world. The only item she kept track of daily was her money and real valuables. Unless it was a sample of some Kopi luwak coffee, she really did not give a flying fuck if it became lost or vanished into thin air. A soft growl slipped from her mouth as she shifted around the cans and other crap kept in the cupboards until she noticed the probably days old coffee still sitting in the decanter. Already, an amused smile twisted at her lips.<br/><br/>Billie banged with a closed fist at the door a few times, like she possessed a police badge and suspicion of drug possession, before she recalled her sister mentioning it would be unlocked for her. Unfortunately, for their fellow third floor residents, that realization did not dawn upon her mind before she managed to disturb their rest.<br/><br/>Mister Peters yanked open his door with a loud screech, face flustered and eyes narrowed behind his bifocals. “Young lady! I told you last time if this kept up—.”<br/><br/>Before he could complete his hollow threat, Billie turned around to face him, startling the elderly man into silence when he got a full view of her tattoos and a lot more than he bargained for. She had not bothered to tie sash around the room. Instead, it hung limply at her sides.<br/><br/>“Is there a problem, Mister Peters?” She practically snarled the question, relishing how it made his flabby cheeks became redder. The old man stared before he finally regained his senses, sputtering nonsense about how women these days had no morals as he made a hasty retreat back within his house. “I didn’t think so!” She screamed at the closed door, knowing he could still hear her. “You better get your fat ass back in that house before I tell your wife you were staring at my tits.”<br/><br/>Juggling the two steaming cups of coffee in her hand, Billie somehow managed to open the door without spilling the hot liquid on herself. “GUESS WHO’S HERE?!” She announced at the top of her lungs as she kicked the door close with a loud slam behind her.<br/>