____Kita Lockman____
Kita may be what some consider a 'heavy drinker', but it still hits her just as hard as when she was a virgin in the drinking game. Finishing her last glass of scotch Kita placed both the glass and her face on the counter. Peering through the short glass her vision of the room was even more distorted making her hiccup. Her glazed eyes intently watched the conversation between the now bizarre shapes that were the handsome blonde man and beautiful black hair woman.

I wonder what they're talking about. I wanna know. So pretty. Awh, Screw it I'm just going to go pass out on my bed.

"Hery! Mister! Can I have my key noa?" Kita drunkenly requested, with her hand outstretched. The bartender turned, getting the key from a cupboard. "Thaanks," she slurred snatching the key from the man's hand. Stumbling across the room Kita accidently bumped into a small figure in a cloak. "Shit, sorry kid."

(( Ahah, I know. I'm just impatient :P ))