Stonehall Rhapsody

"Come on Shephard!" The guard shouted as he shoved her into the cell.

"Alright, alright!" she stumbled inside, taking a few more steps before falling onto her face. She slowly started to get back to her feet before falling over once again. "Do I really need to be here?" Shephard mumbled, her words somewhat slurred. The guard simply scoffed and walked away. Shephard rolled her eyes, getting back to her feet and dusting herself off. She reeked of alcohol, but not just on her breath. Her prized suit was covered in it from the fight from earlier. "They're not even paying for my dry-cleaning? Some gentlemen."