Utterly Mad

(@Max, I like the sheet but if the character is 'dumber than most', it wouldn't make sense that he's a computer specialist/hacker. I'm not a hacker or a computer specialist but I feel like that would require quite the intelligence cap!)

Vi shook her head as Ronaldo walked away. This would not do. Three days drinking watered down booze, signing autographs and turning down hook-ups all while being disconnected from the outside world? This was not Gucci and if it wasn't Gucci it was Sears. She heard something happening outside of the VIP lounge but this whole situation was starting to f uck with her anxiety levels. She needed to find some zen in this situation before she threw a fit.

"I need a pill." Vi muttered to herself as she sipped her beverage with a look of annoyance. Then she placed her glass on the table, grabbed her cute purse and made way to the private bathrooms. I'll get a little juiced up and relax for a bit. Then, I'll find a way out of here. They can't keep a popstar hostage like this! Government involved or not. Vi pushed the bathroom door open with 110% sass.