"Pousse ce cul comme s'il n'y avait pas de tommorrow!" Et c'est ainsi qu'elle l'a fait, son corps dribble de sueur, ses yeux scintillent de concentration et de détermination alors qu'elle le pompe avec tant de vigueur. Clarence est venue frapper, l'entendant à peine par la porte, mais se tenait toujours en place alors qu'elle lui répliquait en criant. "C'est gentil de ta part d'offrir Clancey mais tout le monde s'en va!" Doris était tellement dedans, se redressant elle-même en prenant un moment plus respirant que la télévision tonifie un peu. "... c'est un peu important. Si tu veux, je passerai plus tard." Elle a dit avec une profonde reconnaissance, et comme les fois où l'homme l'a invitée même s'il ne boit pas vraiment. Bien qu'elle ait appris à modérer sa consommation avec Clarence, après ce qui s'est passé la première et la dernière fois qu'elle était avec lui. Quand l'alcool frappe, elle n'a pas vraiment une préférence sur qui frapper et Clarence est très difficile à résister.
Alors qu'elle poursuit son travail, elle a reçu une réponse de Cass, et sniffé sur ce qu'elle vient de lire. "Richard Simmons. C'est bien." Doris a jeté un coup d'œil au miroir à côté d'elle et Cass l'a définitivement aiguisé. Un autre texte suivit, et bien que Doris soit assez sûre que c'est un type totalement différent à la télé, sa moquerie était profondément provocatrice. Elle a envoyé un texto tout en faisant ses squats comme l'a demandé l'homme mustachié à la télévision.
 Pour; Cassandra
C'est ça. Excusez-moi, mais comment osez-vous? Richard Simmons est la forme de Jésus et votre insulte est impitoyable. 
Alors qu'elle a frappé envoyer son texte sarcastique à Cass, Doris sourit alors qu'elle jetait son téléphone sur le canapé, son corps étiré et les mains repliées derrière sa tête comme elle faisait ses squats, prenant de profondes respirations soupirantes. La musique a été plus forte cette fois et tout ce qui est venu crier sur sa porte d'entrée a été sourd, au milieu de l'accroupissement, elle a sauté quand elle a entendu une voix clairement audible, Lewis qui était maintenant à l'intérieur de son appartement, se penchant sur le cadre de la porte de son salon tout en la regardant.
"Jésus H. Christ, Lewis! Comment es-tu entré?" Puis elle s'est souvenue de lui donner une clé de rechange à son appartement, si jamais elle était partie toute une journée sans s'enregistrer, elle lui avait fait assez confiance pour le faire ranger ses livraisons et pas seulement les laisser sur le porche. Elle a finalement arrêté le T.V et toute la pièce s'est baignée en paix, face à Lewis son expression irritée tourna à l'inquiétude quand elle le vit tous meurtris et ensanglantés.
"Qui a fait ça? Je vais leur casser le cou."Elle se souvenait avoir dit à son plus jeune frère quand il est rentré avec un nez ensanglanté, meurtris et pleurant et elle a presque dit la même chose à Lewis si elle n'avait pas tenu ses lèvres. C'était une sorte de deja vu moment pour Doris considérant qu'elle a grandi en prenant soin de ses frères, "Jeez enfant, qui avez-vous énervé cette fois? Asseyez-vous." Doris a pointé sur le canapé pour Lewis alors qu'elle essuyait sa sueur avec une serviette, et comme si par instinct elle avait pris un sac de glace sur le congélateur et quelques bandages et antiseptique sur l'armoire à médicaments. Doris lui a remis la meute, et l'a aidé à arranger ses genoux ensanglantés.
"La prochaine fois, si vous cherchez un combat, essayez de choisir quelqu'un que vous pouvez gérer." Souriante, elle a dit d'un ton quelque peu encourageant. En d'autres termes, même si c'était sa façon de dire "veuillez faire attention la prochaine fois. Je m'inquiète et je ne veux pas que tu sois blessé." Mais il n'y a aucun moyen que Doris se fasse attraper morte en disant ça à n'importe qui. Après lui avoir donné une main, elle s'est reposée sur le canapé, les jambes croisées comme pour attraper son épuisement "Maintenant, pourquoi ne m'aidez-vous pas à les ranger." Elle a pointé sur le sac d'épicerie sur le sol à côté du canapé. "Je ne vous paierai pas trente dollars pour aller chercher." Et en effet, trente dollars étaient plus que suffisants pour cela, et Lewis ne s'en soucie généralement pas tant que le salaire est juste.
"Put on your bulletproof g-strings kids, cuz DJ BoomKitty's ready to shoot ya'll some midnight beats." - DJ BoomKitty
The Basics
Name
Dorothy Anne Stubbs Goldhirsch
Age
27
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bi
Job
Law student, graduating. Evening Radio Dj.

"The guy I was hooking up last night? Never been glad to be sober in my entire life."

Digging Deep
In-Depth Appearance
Dorothy stands at 5'5 with a fairly average physique. Although she sometimes put some effort in staying fit whenever she has the time, from doing funky dance workout routines in the privacy of her own apartment or doing sit ups in the backseat of her car. Her brunette hair reaches to shoulder length, either she'd tie it up or use a headband. Though growing up, people came to admire her classic beauty, specially her big round hazel eyes that never fails to grab attention despite showing stress. Her fashion varies from casual to professional but most of the time she is more comfortable wearing smart casual with a bit of ragged touch.

Habits and Quirks
Nail biting
Raising her brow whenever she's confused
Helplessly snorts whenever she's laughing

Likes
Booze
Hooking up with hot people
90's slow jams
Joy rides
Broadway musicals

Dislikes
cats
doing the same boring routine everyday
politics

Biggest Fear
Dorothy's biggest fear is losing her worth to everyone she cares for. Over a cigarette and a glass of bourbon on a lonely evening, she would imagine herself slowly drifting into madness, being thrown and locked away forever, alone and useless. She also has a fear of the ocean.
Personality
Dorothy is best described as a "insane, offensive, freaking Rambo." It's because of her straightforward and blunt attitude that people love to hate her for, but equally, plenty appreciate her pragmatism and realness as a person. With her social personality she's good with people, although she'd tolerate some people that would off her. But she will not hesitate to switch on her batshit mode whenever it calls for. A "heavy-duty" woman, she has no problem drinking an Irish sailor under the table (a talent she got from her father), nor kicking life in the nuts despite all the shit it throws at her. Although she never shows her compassion outwardly, Dorothy has genuine care for people close to her. Cold on the exterior, she is instinctively empathetic of people, and be willing to lend a shoulder to cry on. And if things go bad for her friends, she'd be the protective alcoholic mom you never thought you need. Despite all, she is emotionally vulnerable, her pride trying to hide the tears even if people around her obviously see it. 



 "Let me scratch that for you, hun. "

Origins
Background
Dorothy Anne Goldhirsch is the eldest child of 4 children of a Math teacher and a househusband. Growing up in a working class suburban household, Doris pretty much had a normal childhood. An energetic and wild child, she got herself into more than a fistfight and a 2 day suspension with her rough attitude and smart-ass mouth. At a young age Doris had always dreamed of becoming a singer or actor ever since she got into a Shakespeare play in school. She'd go on auditions in school plays and enthusiastically participate in local theater programs. When she turned 12, her parents had entrusted her with household authority and responsibilities over her siblings, who were only 8, 6 and 3 at that time. Whenever they're away (or whenever her dad comes home too late and too drunk from the bar) she'd take care of them at times where they couldn't afford to hire a baby sitter. Her parents would frequently argue due to financial problems among other things, but she got used to the noise and even go between their arguments to drop a "give it a rest, you two.". However, it never went into anything serious or violent to the point that they'd despise each other or ruin their family. Despite the constant arguing and rowdiness in their small abode, they're a close knit dysfunctional family and would stick together no matter what.
When she was about to enroll in a theater school, her mother died of cancer. She had to drop her studies work part time in various odd jobs from being a dishwasher, a door to door salesman, even tried being a clown at a children's party. Her dad tried to help out but was too old and mourning for the loss of his wife. He got himself more drunk than ever, where he'd leave the house the moment he wakes up in the afternoon and Dorothy would drag him passed out on the side walk at night. She still loves her dad, however, and would willing to give up a lot just for her family. Years later, Dorothy got a job as a radio DJ when one of her friends recommended her to a radio guy, and chose the name DJ BoomKitty (she initially got from a drunken dare) w/c had become popular among radio listeners. At this point exactly a few years since her mother's death, her dad had promised to change and to moderate his drinking (only if her daughter would join him on game nights. W/c is, almost every day.) and happily help out by doing repair jobs for a living. After a talk with her dad about "making a nice life for herself in the big city", she agreed to leave and pursue her studies. Though in her heart she wanted to pursue theatre, she thought of what's practical and what she thought will provide her in the long run, she dropped her dream and stuck to taking up a pre law degree(what her mom always wanted for her) whilst part timing as DJ BoomKitty.

Relationship Information
Relationship Status: Single
Partner:  --
Father: Herman Goldhirsch
Mother: Catherine Goldhirsch
Siblings: Alphonse, Elaine, Michael Goldhirsch
Pet/s: --
Other: --

Doris thought that God was feeling generous when he made Alex. She could not honestly grasp just how nice this kid is, but he sure knows how to dress to kill. Add to his teen dream looks that equals his charming personality, he's a real sweetheart and Doris just cannot find a reason to hate him even if she tried.

For obvious reasons, Doris kind of connects with Abby, like kindred spirits if you will. She see's her own younger self in the girl, the somewhat similar outlook on people, the same shove it attitude, and even admires her driving spirit where at times Doris sees herself fail at. As much as Doris admire those qualities, she just couldnt handle that rebel phase, w/c is the irony of it.

Doris knew Cass as that one hipster bartender from the vibe. Either she's too tired or too drunk to even remember, they may have had a conversation or two about her radio show. She talks a lot, w/c isnt exactly what Doris came for at Vibe after a long stressful day at work. She knows Cass means well, and usually pipes down after like, 15 minutes.

Jack is the more useful and less expensive version of Lewis. He's awfully nice that when Doris asked him to fix something, he politely declined getting compensated. LIke really, she's thankful that this little grace from God was dropped on her doorstep in her time of need, but at the same time worries that his kindness will get him nowhere and one day just be taken for granted.

Kim is that mysterious soul who every once in awhile, just slides in and out of the vibe. Probably because of the whole ID thing with Cass, or her awfully cheery vibe, Doris remembers that issue got a little awkward. They talked briefly, though it was one of those times that she wasn't in her best image. She does get a little gnarly when the booze kicks in.

The other, more peaceful, eyecandy bartender. Doris, being a regular at the vibe, often sees Quinn there and have had a few stories and drinks to share, or occasionally, they'd go up for dares. In her drunken state, Doris may have said things to Quinn that she shouldn't have, which the following day in the apartments made her not look properly in the eyes.

Max awfully reminds Doris of her younger brother. Though, he cracks a lot of jokes even if she's not into his humor, least he's there to keep the room a little less broody specially when she's around. Whenever they pass each other at the apartment Max would cheerfully greet Doris with a high five, and instead give him a gentle poke on the forehead like she usually does to her baby bro.

Doris cant decide if she wants to smack the guy or make out with him or both. Nathan is a huge goofball and Doris just cannot take him seriously. At times she'd find herself smiling at his ridiculous joking and deep inside she hates to admit that. But she simply just cant help it. He isnt exactly Henry Cavill but his warm personality makes him oddly charming. She heard that his apartment is an animal boarding house, she's not really a fan but she thinks it's cute nonetheless.

Doris may have made a pass at Clarence the first time they met w/c the moment she realized, she nervously dropped it and they never spoke of it again. She cant really blame herself, the guy's a looker. Still, they're friendly with each other and would get into a few conversations here and there about work or life in general.

Lewis is like, Doris's personal bellboy, a pricey, sometime whiney one. Whenever Doris doesnt have the time to do basic errands due to long hours on her studies and work, he'd call up Lewis who is more than happy to comply her requests, for the right price that is. They have a passive agressive, brother-sister relationship going on to the point that Doris have come to care for him.

Doris, while in her usual non sober self, first met Rucks as the eager young art student who came asking for a critic in his work. Although Doris was no artist herself, she may have pushed the guy a little over the edge with her blunt criticism. After that issue, Rucks tried to avoid her at all cost, whenever she catches a glance of him he'd usually go the opposite direction. She swears, one day that kid has to grow a pair and take an honest judgement. If that day comes, Doris would be the first person to give him a good pat in the back.

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Dorothy's spirit animal: Bear.