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

Paige returned Milo a cocked eyebrow at his lofty expectation of her being able to meet back up in an hour. Sure, she could get ready faster than most and she hated to have anyone waiting on her for any reason, but an hour was going to be a tall order. She looked like a wreck and he'd chosen what appeared to be a fairly posh venue which meant she'd need a little more time to wash out the lovely smell of gunsmoke and grain alcohol from her hair. [i]Peachy[/i]. Maybe he was just excited, she thought. He was thanking her over and over which was a rarity in him and talking of being in her debt. It was fine, really. She didn't need him in her debt and was so increasingly hungry that she probably would have been okay if he wanted to go to Subway. She headed back for her apartment. 

It'd been a while since she last wore a dress and she tossed an old standard out on the bed: A black angel-sleeve design that hit just above her knee. The sleeves only came down a little past her elbow so it wasn't [i]completely[/i] impractical and the shoulders were cut out which she liked. The last time she wore it was back in early fall in Delta when she and Ana had gone out. It felt like an eternity ago... and going out for fun had become increasingly rare, particularly in the time leading up to and after her transfer. Her career felt like it had taken a darker turn and Sol City seemed a flashing checkpoint in that direction. She pulled hard on a tangle and squinted slightly. Looking down at the brush she found a couple gray hairs and sighed.

Before she looked at the time, she knew she was late. She finished up a loose braid that rested on her shoulder and sent Milo a text. There was a wide, dark red belt she liked to wear to break up the black and a matching purse that her mother bought her as a gift from the factory outlets; purchased specifically to be just big enough to fit her gun. She balanced herself on the closet door frame and kicked on a pair of platform wedge sandals that elevated her height a few inches. Pulling the strap over her ankle she realized she wouldn't hurt for a pedicure too soon either. She was tired of running, tired of assholes and bureaucracy and ready for at least a few hours break. She thought hard about just taking the day off Monday.

Walking in the restaurant about thirty minutes late, she was glad she'd taken the time to look a little more presentable. Soft carpet, low light and dark hardwood with floral Asian accents were the main themes. The prepared dishes smelled amazing as she found her way over to where he was sitting. "Not bad," She said with some measure of astonishment. Like her, Milo could have fairly exquisite tastes when he wanted though the sake was kind of a surprise. "Sorry I'm late." She said hanging her purse on the chair. She picked up one of the small cups and examined the ornate cherry blossoms hand painted on the side. A server immediately appeared and filled her water chalice. 



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