[H2][b][center]Paige Kennedy [/center][/b][/h2]

Paige got an uneasy feeling as Milo got up and seemed to find his resolve again. She felt the same as when they'd pulled up outside, like there was a premonition she could feel, but not quite put her finger on. She wondered briefly if he could read it on her, even though it was only for an instant. He knew her that well. The jabs she'd planned to throw at him over his latest choice of girlfriend suddenly didn't feel worthwhile. She shook her head and refocused looking at him set the big handgun down. "Just try not to blow your foot off with that thing, John Wayne," Her accent slipped enough that she could hear herself and did her best to recover. "That pretend thug I pulled it off was pretty proud of it."

She motioned for Sio that it was time to go before she could make a mess of any more words. [i]Thing[/i] and [i]Wayne[/i] were not meant to sound so similar. Then [i]pretend[/i], [i]pretty[/i] and [i]proud[/i] all came out right behind. [I]It had to be the liquor[/i]. She thought and tossed the keys to Sio. "Just call me if you think he's gonna show," She said turning back at the door, "My number's still the same." 

Outside her sneakers crunched down on the gravel off the front step and she felt some odd sense of relief having left though her eyes narrowed quizically at her car as she walked to the passenger side next to Milo's truck. On the rear quarter was a definite scratch and it was deep. She knew it wasn't there before when she looked at the car back at the garage. On closer inspection, she could even see loose paint flakes around the area. [i]What the holy fuck[/i]. She thought. The audacity of it put a look of awe on her face as she ran her finger over it feeling the pit of the cut. [i]Psycho-bitch keyed my car[/i]. She looked back at Milo's front door, but decided to wait and took a picture of it with her phone. She had lifted one of his cards from the refrigerator and quickly put together a message.

They were about ten minutes away before she went ahead and sent it over with a sly grin:

[i]Here's what your delicate English flower did to my car.[/i]

[@Almalthia][@RoccanIronclad]