Effy sat with her back propped up against the door, her body slumped in an exhausted manner. "Well, she's going to be a Debbie Downer." she said as she pushed herself into a more comfortable position. Absentmindedly, she began tracing the cigarette burns that littered her thighs; it was like playing a game of connect the dots, accept her skin had become the paper. "Anyone up for shots?"