When Avé got to the car she cocked her neck back. Her back window was down and there were feet sticking out of it. "What the hell?" Her boots clicked to a faster pace as her walk quickened. Pee<strong>k</strong>ing through the window, Avé let out a hiss through her teeth. It was just her drunk ho crashed out in the backseat. It could have been worse. The feet could have belonged to some crack whore looking to make Avé's car her new sleeping pallet. She got in and tossed the personal files on the passenger seat, and sat in her car for a few seconds to check on her other connections. Making sure everything was still in tact.<br/><br/>(Sorry Baconzilla! I'm kind of back.)<br/>Edited! (We're nabbing Morgan and taking her back to the mansion, as soon as she sobers up I.R.! Ha! <3)