darkwolfdemon18

Luna Rosella was having a very off day, today.  She just got fired from her job as a Public Relations, or P.R. All she had done was "borrow" a case of vodka for her birthday.  Unfortunately, it was her boss' case, so he fired her.  She didn't cry at all when he did.  She just smiled and said, "Well, I hope you're happy that you got rid of me, bloody wanker." She wasn't British, but her best friend, Akuma, had taught her a few British terms when she moved to London, England.  Her friend was a heartless, cold-hearted teenage girl, but Luna loved her none-the-less, as a friend of course. Luna gathered up her belongings and headed for the eleva