The only thing I own here is my plot. All things from Fairy Tail, places, characters etc. belong to Hiro Mashima. Thank you and enjoy!
She awoke, bleary eyed and muddled brain. There was a sharp, stinging pain in her shoulder, and a pressure holding her down. She struggled to raise her head while her surroundings began to slowly materialize in fron of her eyes. On the bedside table was the award she accepted last night for her second book rising to number one on Fiore's Best Sellers List. Next to that was an empty bottle of champagne, no glasses. A memory of her chugging the last of the contents of said bottle while riding something began to tickle the forefront of her mind. "Oh Fuck! Not again!"
