Lie Shaquelle on her couch and head for your own home
From Create Your Own Story
You've done your good deed for the day. You lie her on the couch, set her purse on the table, and lock the back door behind you as you leave.
You go home, sleep, and after you wake, you bum around for a while until evening approaches. Then you shower, dress and head out.
After a stop at the local pizza joint, where nothing interesting happens as you eat two slices of four-cheese pizza (although it sounds much fancier -- "quattro formaggio" -- in Italian), you head for a local bar that's a hotspot for midnight gynecologists (and equally predatory women.) You order a club soda, so as not to impair your functioning later or your vision now, and look around.
A chubby punk-girl with purple hair is gazing wistfully at you from a corner. Before you can take a step, an older-looking, slim peroxide-blonde swoops in and grabs your arm. "You're coming back to my place," she half-growls.
