Guess I'm making a run out, then. That will be one bucket of coffee, two bottles of whiskey, and a straw then?

[Luci starts hurriedly picking up a shirt in the corner and some pants from under the bed-- fuck underwear, she has to get some air.]

Back in a flash. [She calls over her shoulder as she strips out of the embarrassing shirt somebody left outside Hades for Persephone, and makes a beeline for the exit.]