She didn't know why she was here. What possessed her to stick around for Jersey. She sighed and looked at the clock on the hospital wall. Mrs. Sprat had already left. She was the only one left behind in the waiting room. Had something gone wrong with Jersey's surgery? And what was the surgery even for? She [secretly] hoped it wasn't anything bad.                   Hearing the door open, Bri glanced up as Dr. Swineheart came into view. He nodded in her direction, indicating it was okay for her to go back. The brunette got to her feet and went through the double doors, spotting and entering Jersey's room.                                      "Jersey?" 

Mal has been sketching Jersey in her dream diary, aparently she had a dream about him. She's detailed what the dream was about and drew a couple of sketches of what he looked like (she's not that great of an artist).

"Complicated."

"GOD! Damn it, you scared the hell out of me! Get in here!"

-The first person to send me "hangover" gets to wake up next to my character in a Vegas hotel, married to each other after a party night in the city of sin.Mal woke with a massive ache in her head and a queeziness in her stomach. Last might was a complete blur, probably from the vast amount of mixed drinks she had. Running her hands through her hair, she tried to place where she was when she felt something metallic ahainst her head, coming from her finger. She brought her hand into view and saw the wedding band."Fuck." She groaned, then looked around for her potential husband (or wife), and then laid eyes on him sleeping next to her. "FUCK!"

"Me neither. So, what’s your reason? Got one?"

"New additions to my armory." Mal explained. "Unless you want a demonstration on your person, put them back."