[@Love Me Dead]
Nyteshaed quickly drew tired of Y's music. It was clear she wasn't interested in her advances right now, off in her own world. She left Y to her thoughts and retired to her bed, digging the small bottle of Jack out of her bag. She cracked the seal on it and took a swig, coughing softly as the harsh liquid clawed down her throat. Still it was a new home for herself and goddamnit, she deserved a treat.
[color=CC0000]"Fuck dads."[/color] She said. [color=CC0000]"They aren't worth the trouble. But at least you're rocking the cute boyish hair."[/color]