Shane McCutcheon barely took notice of the shell-shocked guy as she grunted and ambled her way towards the dining area wearing a simple white tee and a pair of boxer shorts. Without her morning espresso shot, she had no energy and absolutely no patience to greet the person properly. She groggily slammed a hundred dollar bill on the table and sent the man away with a wave of a hand. Weird guy, she shook her head in annoyance as the man continued to stare at her while he made his way out of her unit. Ignoring the sandwich on her plate, she dived straight for the strong black drink inside the small cup and sighed contentedly as the liquid warmed her throat and sent pleasurable tingles all over her weary body.

God, that was good, she closed her eyes and leaned back against her chair. She ate her breakfast in a leisurely pace as she browsed through this Sunday’s paper and checked the messages on her cell. She shook her head and sighed as she read the love sick texts from Nadine. Great, I got another clingy one, she huffed as she pushed herself from the table and stood up from her seat. She eyed the clock on the microwave as she passed by the kitchen and smiled to herself. She had two and a half hours left before she had to meet Alice for lunch at the Planet. That was enough time for a shower.. a quick visit to Nadine’s condo to break up with the girl.. and a couple of rounds of break-up sex. T’was all good, she rubbed her hands excitedly as she entered her bathroom.

“Jesus Christ!” Shane jumped up at the sight that greeted her inside. No wonder the room service guy looked a little traumatized, she stared at her reflection on the mirror and winced. Her normally messy hair was looking exceptionally disheveled this morning. It was parted down at the middle and made to stand up at the sides of her head with hair gel. Not only that.. but her hair was spray painted with a bright red color. Oh God, she groaned as she stared at the mess that was her face. Someone had decorated her face to look like a clown.. white make-up, loud red lips, rudolph nose and everything. I look like Bozo, Shane cried inside her head as her lower lip quivered. No break-up sex for me today, she blubbered.