<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/23blonde3_zps656a14ef.jpg)</div>Stumbling more than walking her way inside, Grace was rather soaked, and dropping an umbrella into the bin to dry seemed more an exercise in futility.  Granted, not all of it was water.<br/><br/>Her left side had been stained in crimson, and her pronounced limp indicated some sort of heavy wound which was hidden between a torn black shirt (which had only just been purchased yesterday) and hip-hugging jeans.<br/><br/>Thankfully, for reasons that Grace never articulated to most people, she seemed to heal pretty quickly.  By the time the place closed, she'd have little trouble in getting home on her own.  For now, she just collapsed into one of the booths, glancing over to Penny.  "Shirley temple, please."