"I'm heading out to the shop; ring me on my cell phone if you need me. Oh, and don't let Dave kill anyone while I'm gone. Call me before the cops; I don't want any officer killed."

Mel had forgotten to answer, while having a pillow thrown at her, Jack about whether or not she had wanted a sobriety cocktail or not. Now, she felt a bit bad for ignoring him. However, she didn’t mention anything and just gave him a nod and a smile to his comment about calling him before the cops. Dave would definitely, most likely, be in a grumpy mood.

"Good morning everyone."

“G’morning…” Mel smirked at Vince, knowing very well where he was last night. She was drunk, but she wasn’t stupid. Shifting into her own bedroom, she then began to change out of her pajamas.

Melrose had an appearance and personality that didn’t seem like the appearance of personality of a drug addict. She was sweet, always smiling, and usually willing to do about anything. Unlike most drug addicts she wasn’t grumpy, insane, or sluggish. Slipping out of the room, now wearing a pair of blue jeans that fit just right and a long sleeved white shirt, she brushed her brunette curls out of her face and headed for the kitchen.

“Someone say something about breakfast?"

“You seem to be in a better mood.” She observed while she turned on the stove and plopped a pan onto the top. Mel had promised breakfast, so she would make breakfast.

Some people thought it was odd, seeing her type with a band of rockers. She was elegant and she looked almost like a Japanese princess. Even after a night of drinking or doing drugs, she still managed to pull her look together.

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