"You drooled all over my favorite fucking shirt!" The sound of nearby yelling stirs Val from her peaceful slumber. It's a familiar voice, one she knows so well, in fact, that she's certain another equally familiar voice will follow... just as loud. "Nuh-uh!" As if on cue, exactly as predicted, the other voice booms. Like goddamn clockwork at this point. "Give it back!! Take it oooooff!!" Why she puts up with this daily is beyond her....
