Not an Average Day

1:22 AM

The three had gotten quite drunk by now, but the night wasn't over, for Roth and Tesla at least. Fausk on the other hand had excused herself from watching the late night after hours fist fighting in the basement of the Bloody Knuckle. Usually, she didn't mind watching, but tonight, she just wasn't in the mood. Something was weighing heavily on her mind still, and she just couldn't shake it.

Instead, she got permission to crash at Roth's place, it was much closer than the auto garage, about a block away. Not to mention, with the cold chill of the air, it'd be nice tonight to sleep in an actual building. So, Fausk found herself back outside, bundled up and shivering slightly as she made her way down the block towards the apartment.

The street was deathly silent, opposed to the hustle and bustle there was formerly. It was almost haunting that even though everyone around here were so active, everyone shuts down at around the same time, or at least clears off the streets. At least she wouldn't be distracted, stumbling towards Roth's place, trying to keep her eyes as focused as possible on where she was headed.

She finally rounded the corner of the block and smiled a bit to herself as she saw the apartment complex, as run down and ragged as it was; she knew it to be a nice, comfortable place. Carefully, she made her way up the stairs and held on to the rail with a death grip, still unsteadily making her way along. She seemed to keep glancing at the doors until she finally found Roth's apartment, number 216.

The faux fox was leaning heavily against the door by the handle, prying open the bag that typically doubled as a belt. It was far too large for her, and acted more like a low hanging sling, the bag resting against her thigh. Regardless, this is mostly what she carried everything in, including heavy tools. She dug around within the bag for a while before she felt the keyring and pulled it out. Her keyring was mostly empty, only having the key for the padlock to her garage, and the two keys to get in to Roth's apartment.

After a good 10 minutes fiddling with trying to get the correct keys into the correct locks, she finally stumbled her way inside and shut the door behind her, locking it once again. She pressed her back up against the door and just slid down it, rubbing her forehead some as she groaned to herself. It felt so good to be here though, it was the only place that had ever felt like home to her. Roth had been the only one to ever care about her, and so, it was comforting to know she could always have him to lean on.

Carefully, she lifted herself up off the floor and stumbled over to Roth's bedroom. Snagging a blanket from off his bed she made her way back to the sofa. Taking off her sweatshirt and makeshift half shirt, that was torn in most places, and tossing them to the floor, she lazily flopped onto the couch, pulling the blanket over the top of her. She was still wearing her gray sports bra, never wanting to give Roth the impression that she wanted more from their relationship. She was more than happy to just be best friends with him. Lazily, she kicked off her shoes and pried off her socks and just laid there in a heap on the couch. Her eyes, very heavy from sleep, slowly drifted shut.

* * *

A few hours later, a loud banging on the door snapped Fausk back to consciousness. She grumbled and covered her head, starting to feel the effects of her hangover. More than likely, it was just some people heading over to hire Roth to 'teach someone some manners'.

A second knock, seeming more loud and furious this time, the loud noises pounding at Fausk's skull from the wonderful side effects of drinking. The irritated faux fox just continued to groan and hold at her head while trying to cover up more with the blanket.

However, instead of a knock, this time the door seemed to blast off it's hinges with the associated sound of a thunderous boom. The groggy Fausk sat up and stared in horror as she watched the door splinter some and tumble to the floor ahead of her. Shortly afterward a full S.W.A.T. team was pointing all their weapons at her, as she of course threw her hands up.

A German shepherd stepped up from the back, wearing mostly plain clothes as he flashed a badge and cleared his throat, "Fausk DaSilva?" The frightened Fausk could only nod, and even that was only barely. The German shepherd stepped forward and quickly started to handcuff her, pulling her arms down behind her back, "You have the right to remain silent."