Kitty drops to her knees. Her ego battered and bruised, her mind in a haze from trying to find someway to make this work. She closes her eyes taking a deep breath trying to find any sense of calm. She should be able to handle this. She's the secretary for one of the biggest motorcycle clubs in the country, she works hand in hand with the the president of the club, Piston, to make sure everything runs smoothly. She's fought men three times her sized and buried bodies. She should be able to handle this. As she slowly lifts her head to look at the challenge in front of her though she feels nothing but the daunting weight of responsibility baring down on her. Why the hell did the printer at the clubhouse have to go out the day before the treasurer wanted the records so he could review the dues? Why did she have to procrastinate so long? What did she do to cause fate to curse her in a way where she must now deal with the printer at the print shop to get the records printed up when all it wants to do is scream its beeps at her and not give her that which she needs?! A loud, drawn out groan of defeat as Kitty's head falls forward to thunk against the industrial printer in defeat.