You slid in through the open window and leaned against the wall, panting as your partner in crime, Dagger, or Tandy Bowen, sipped in behind you, landing face down on the bed. Both of your bodies were bruised and injured, a result of your long night of crime fighting. You’d just stopped a big drug deal from going down, and you were both feeling cranky and exhausted.

“I’ll order takeout..” Tandy mumbled into a pillow, groaning as she rolled over and took out her phone. You slumped to the floor, your head falling into your hands. Both your stomachs grumbled in unison, and your eyes met each others. Even all beaten up, crabby, and tired, she still looked beautiful in your eyes.

“Where do you wanna order from?” she sighed, her voice tired and strained.