Ana sighed. "Don't worry about it..I think I just may have had too much to drink," she says, dismissing her own vulnerability. "I have to get going soon anyway."
Ana tilts her head to one side, "Is this an all the time kinda thing, or do I make you paranoid?" By this time, she sits up straight in bed, pulling the covers up by her. "I swear I'm not a bad person.."
"Wait!" she says in a panic. "Do you HAVE to leave?" Ana almost appeared childlike as she stammered over her words. "I mean, maybe we can hang out or something?" Ana had a thing about being alone. "I mean, like, if you have something else to do, I won't keep you.."
Ana shakes her head as she regains her composure. "No, no guns. I'm ok. I don't know why, but I was being chased and attacked. No idea who they were...my God it felt so real....." And takes a breath, and looks over to Michael. "Thanks for wanting to blow off the head of whatever you...
After a few moments, she lets him go, feeling embarrassed. "I am so sorry," she says as she sits up and wipes her eyes. "I don't even know what happened. All I know is that it felt very real.."
Ana feels the shaking that Michael is doing and it eventually wakes her up. She is soaked in sweat and is sobbing uncontrollably. For a moment she was unsure where she was, and when she finally does know that she's safe, she collapses into Michael's arms, crying.
As he busted open the door, he found her struggling her sleep. It almost looked like she was fighting someone off of her. "No, stop! Ugh! You...fucker!" Ana fought with the covers and shouting aloud
Ana smiles lightly to Michael and places her hand on his shoulder before making her way into her room. She undresses to just her t-shirt and shorts and crawls into the bed. Soon, she had fallen asleep. It may have been the alcohol, but she starts to mumble in her sleep; incoherent at first...
"Yeah, I just got really tired all of the sudden.." Ana says as she gets up. "Like I said, it's just been a long day. If you need anything, I'll be in my room."
"Well, I had no intent of doing so.." she says and sits up. "Hey, I'm not feeling so well, and I had a long trip. I am going to lie down for a bit." It was apparent that Ana was feeling uncomfortable, and she wanted to take a break from the situation.
"Well, I did get here in the daylight hours..." she remarks and notices him looking toward the locker. "You ain't going to shoot me, are ya?" she asks jokingly, but just a bit seriously. Ana's head was still spinning from the liquor.
"Hey, you were looking for a roommate and I needed a place," she says. "Besides, it isn't a terrible place. Near public transit, and it's an ok view. Seems quiet, too. I need some quiet, to be honest."
Ana took another drink of beer and sets the bottle down on the coffee table.
Ana catches the cold bottle and holds it out "To not fucking shit up," she says with a smile, twisting the cap and taking a drink. Just then her phone rings and she picks up. "Hey. Yes. I'm fine. No. No. I said I'm fine. Matt, it's best this way. Please, don't contact me anymore. We're...
Just as the water hits her, she gasps loudly and stands up quickly. "WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE!?" The ice cold water nearly shocked her and before she could scold him, she started to laugh. "Is this how it's going to be? This is going to be some living arrangement!"
Ana calls to him, "You have to be a SOME BODY, because you're a person. NO person is a nobody. We are all somebody's" She closes her eyes, she wasn't tired, just really REALLY relaxed.
Ana drunkenly chuckles at his comment, perhaps too much. "Ha! Well, I'm your friendly neighborhood imported drug dealer, and you?" She eyeballs him, her blue eyes glazing over slightly.