Rebel Sister Brittney

Brittney leans way back on the couch with her dirty boots resting on the coffee table. Her few bags and leather jacket resting beside her on the couch. Though she’s been here for a day or two, and might be here longer, she doesn’t look like she’s made herself at home in a long-term way and still looks like she could leave at any minute. She looks up at you as you walk down the stairs. “Sup.”