![]() She usually started her day with a jog along the beach, but not this morning. The local guys down at The Brown Pelican always thought they could out-drink her and she was never one to pass up a challenge. She was getting too damn old for this, she thought wryly. She quickly turned the knobs before sticking her face into the warmer spray. She stumbled into the shower, letting the cold water bring her around. Straightening her tall frame, she rubbed her still-closed eyes and walked into the bathroom without turning on any lights. Long legs swung over the side of the bed and Pat Ryan immediately grabbed her head, wincing at the aftermath of tequila shots the night before. It was either that or throw the alarm across the room again. ![]() One blue eye peeked out from beneath the mass of tangled dark hair an instant before a fist unceremoniously silenced the alarm clock for the third and final time. ![]()
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