[Text] I bet you've learned your lesson about Malibu and Jose Cuervo double shots.

falls asleep first: This one is tough. So I think they might trade off depending on how their individual days have gone.

"Oh my God." She mutters, desperately trying to stuff herself into the third of a larger size bra that was already too small for her. "I can't afford to keep buying these things at this rate. We're going to have to get food stamps to make up for it." Finally succeeding in clasping it, she grabs her shirts and shrugs her way into it. Struggling to button over her expanded bust as well as her expanding waist. "I'm never having sex with you again."

She smiles softly, nodding in understanding before slipping a hand to brush through his hair. "I know. Days are going quick. But I think Nikita will be sending us out on one of Ryan's dead-end missions." She says softly, shifting a little to look up at him, squinting to see him in the dark. "Do you want me to go to my own room?"

"If they stay asleep for a while." She says with a sigh, setting the baby monitor on the table before sitting down and crossing her arms over the tabletop, laying her cheek against them. "Today went by so fast."

"You cancelled my surgery? Are you kidding me? Who died and made you God of the OR, House? Because last I checked, you're not even a goddamn surgeon."

((Perhaps the delivery Boy could have screwed up and either Danny or Steve ended up with her package and ended up delivering it himself?)) Days. It felt like days since she’d ordered her new side arm holster Off of some new website her coworker had encouraged her to try at her last meeting. Alice was never really big on online orders because they always took forever to ship and she being the restless soul she was, she hated being patient during the waiting process. Pacing around her tiny house and stopping at the computer occasionally to check on the tracking status, only to be disappointed everytime the status bar posted as ‘In Transit!’. Trying ti keep herself occupied, she pulled out a black hard case from her hall closet and lugged it to her coffee table that adorned her already overcrowded living room. Flopping herself down on the couch, she leaned forward and popped the case open, smiling down at the Sniper rifle tucked snugly into its foam inserts. Pushing her blonde locks out of her face, her began pulling it out, piece by piece and assembling it with the uttmost care. Completing it and extending its tripod, she rested it on the table, aiming the barrel toward the floor. Adjusting the sight, she wrapped her finger around the trigger and readied to fire. Suddenly she was startled by a loud knock on the door, causing her to squeeze the trigger, sending a bullet hurling through the floor and into the basement. A loud bang echoed through the house, followed by a low hissing sound from the basement. Alice sat in silence as shock flooded through her figure, her shock soon fading into slight anger as she quickly ripped the magazine from the rifle and threw it in the case, cursing up a storm as she shuffled toward the burned patch of carpet and peering through the New hole in her floor.