Another night of long fights, and she was ready to crash. She wore Vernons brown jacket overtop the skimpy uniform she used to fight. She wandered up to the gym, boredly walking in. Fighters rested all over, talking and laughing, some bickering and complaining about their lost matches. She brushed past it all, and into Vernons office. She opened the door, walking in to the room, the scent of whiskey emanating. She glanced up to see Vernon and Sol, and she raised an eyebrow.