I'm a badass, not an anarchist.

Well. It was Tuesday and Rosa was at a bar; it just wasn't Caritas and it wasn't anywhere near Fandom Island. Because it hadn't taken Rosa very long after yelling at talking to Hot Leaf Water on Saturday to realize that the best way to handle that situation was...to get as far from it as posssible. So she packed up up her bike and her dog and headed out, not really knowing where they'd even up, but that would be what made it more interesting and, even more important, more distracting.

And since her whole tour as Sonia Ramirez informed her to the fact that you couldn't exactly trust on these things being cleared up by Mondays, she figured she'd just make it a thing until she needed to be back for her class on Friday. A much time away from that place she could get just then, the better.

If anything, it gave her the chance to give Sonia Ramirez a little bit of a spin, too. And one thing so far had become crystal clear: Sonia Ramirez was going to sweep the whole bar with these bets they had going on they were playing on their TVs.

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