[center][h2][hr][hr][color=purple]Waverley Watts[/color][/h2][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/d4f8b02bc3fc96e0a3a20351b36c3691/3542b667aca4c58b-5d/s1280x1920/26a354a690e9e6bf683ded6a2d00cfed8bc41f85.gifv[/img]

[i]Location: Garage
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Waverley watched from the passenger seat as Kaitlyn fumbled with her keys, only for them to fall through her fingers and clatter on the asphalt beneath. Waverley didn't need direction, popping open her car door as soon as Kaitlyn got to the ground and started searching. Perfectly gung-ho to give her failed vandalism attempt another go, she pushed herself up, perching her elbows on the roof of Kaitlyn's car. She grabbed a soda from where she'd placed the box on the dashboard and launched it once again at the Cybertruck.

The sound of shattering glass rang out, followed by the car's alarm. Waverley's lips curled into a smug, self-satisfied grin as she pumped a fist into the air. With her mission completed, she lowered her gaze to meet the man now behind Kaitlyn. She pulled out another can, ready to lob it at his head, but shook off her protective instincts when she realized he wasn't sick like the others.

[color=purple]"Shit's kinda going down all over the city, so we're headed to a bar. Hoping to skip town from there. Always room for one more, though."[/color] She slapped her palm against the roof of the car to indicate the backseat - light enough to hopefully not draw the attention of the 'stumbledy fellow.' Her smile wavered for a moment, her eyes drifting back up to the Cybertruck. [color=purple]"Unless that's your car, in which case you might want to see if there are any auto repair shops still open."[/color]