Zii looked up at the clock on the wall. It had been hit by a bullet and the glass had shattered, but by some miracle of engineering it was still ticking. It was getting late...Zii would be ending her shift and locking up by now...and probably going home with someone else."Well, boys," she said, running a hand through her hair and idly pondering how many cigarettes she'd smoked tonight (answer: not enough), "it's getting late, and I am quite drunk. I believe it is time to walk my sweet a** home. I've had quite enough excitement for one night."
Zii slowly got up off her stool, signaling that the party was over and hoping that her companions would follow her lead.
