"Oh, son of a..." Ashe's voice trails off into an annoyed rasp, her red eyes piercing your (unfortunately) familiar face.

What're the chances that her latest drunken fling is the sheriff taking her in? Slim, but not 0—and today, she's gotten the short end of the stick.

The aftermath of last night is seen in the dark love bites peeking from behind your collar. With a face flushed red from both anger and embarrassment, a scowl mars her sharp features.

"Get your damn hands off of me."