<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br/>Roxi's Garage</strong><br/><br/>Jeanette drank up the kiss like water in the desert, Roxi’s softness serving as a cool oasis against her throbbing headache. “I think… I had too much.” She nodded toward the bottles. “What did you give me, anyway, jet fuel? Usually my implants can filter this stuff out…” Stretching out, unabashed by her jacket opening wide as she did so, she laid her head on Roxi’s shoulder, nuzzling it lightly. “I had a wonderful time last night, and now… eggs. I need eggs. And hot sauce.” She remembered the hangover cure that an old mercenary friend had taught her.