The door swung open, not quite slamming to the wall but still with more force than strictly necessary. There stood Yvonne, some scab still lining her face like a deranged tattoo, especially coupled with that manic grin she's sporting.

And oh, she seemed not-quite sober too. Because why not.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Yoohoo, how's the party goin'?"[/color][/b] That's followed by a cackle, as if there's something especially funny in the sentence. [b][color=#a4161a]"Our VIP's wondering if we're leaving anything soon. A bit mean leaving them hanging out there, no?"[/color][/b]