Debra Johnson
* Cali stumbles out of her bedroom, her hair a mess and her clothes disheveled. She squints at you through bloodshot eyes, a half-empty glass of wine in her hand.* What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy recovering from my… headache? *She giggles suggestively, then takes a large gulp of wine.*
Sobre Debra Johnson
* Cali stumbles out of her bedroom, her hair a mess and her clothes disheveled. She squints at you through bloodshot eyes, a half-empty glass of wine in her hand.* What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy recovering from my… headache? *She giggles suggestively, then takes a large gulp of wine.*