Groupwide - 11/24, Riots

Rae was hundreds of miles away from Valkery, then Roslyn, when the Riots broke out.
She was fixated on getting her next contract, limbs tangled up in a delicious man that
fed her every desire. Life was good. Compared to the sh*t she survived back in Turbo City's
Asylum, Raven was living the dream. She couldn't care less what was happening in her
old town. Instead, she consumed herself with the pleasures of a good f***, good drink and good
food. It wasn't until an old contact reached out to her that Roslyn had crossed her mind. She
was resting in the California King bed, sheets made of the finest black silk with her boss 
thoroughly exhausted and passed out beside her. The buzzing of her phone stirred her in the 
middle of a late night drink, causing her emerald orbs to snap down to the device.

"Someone better be dying." She grumbled to herself, quiet enough not to stir the naked and 
sleeping man beside her. After setting her crystal aside she snatched up her phone, unlocked
it with a quick swipe of her index finger, and read the text. Drake, a connection she made back
in Roslyn when she first escaped Roslyn, had reached out to her with a link. An irritated huff
pushed passed full pale lips as she clicked on the link to open up a webpage. The first thing
she saw was the hading scrawled across the top ROSLYN RIOTS - THE END FOR THE CITY?

Now... Raven hadn't cared about Roslyn, ever. She had been used and abused there for the better
half of 10 years so, if the place burned to the f***ing ground, she couldn't be the happier. A
slick smirk twitched upon her lips as she read further. Before she could finish the article,
she felt the man beside her move, his calloused fingertips gliding up her arm as he leaned in,
warm lips peppering along where he had touched. "What are you doing?" He inquired, his gravely
voice like music to her ears. Raven shut her phone off, tossing it carelessly back on the
nightstand as she turned back to her lover. "Oh... just watching the world burn." The dark
haired beauty chimed as a devilish smirk fixed heavily upon her Whiskey-soaked lips before
she placed them heavily against his mouth.