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

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you were just messed up," Paige replied, "I can't recall ever telling anyone to fuck off kindly." She downed what was left of her sake cup and the food thankfully arrived. On an empty stomach, the rice alcohol was beginning to take effect at high speed. She knew she could never go drink for drink with him and at 130 lbs., her tolerance level was not the highest,  but her competitive nature was still keeping track. Listening to him talk of Delta though, caused her expression to slowly fall. She took a few bites to try and break up the look she could feel across her eyes, but the drink was having some effect on her inhibitions. Save for going to UF, she never lived anywhere other than Delta City. She worked her time with the State Police around Delta and even been assigned her home district out of sheer luck when she graduated from Marshal training.  Now she was thirty-one, alone and on the complete opposite side of the country- all by her own hand.

The server checked on them and she motioned for another round on the sake without even thinking. She didn't want to be a sad drunk, but his question struck her directly and she bit down slightly on her bottom lip. There was a wave of emotion she'd never fully dealt with since landing in Sol and it was buried under work where she continued to push it. She shook her head at his question and found some resolve, determining not to look like a bottled up mental wreck in front of him and in public. Home and family were some of the few things she truly held dear and in spite of her stalwart exterior, having them gone were like daggers twisted into her soul. She would do almost anything to go back. "No, there hasn't." She could feel some fire coming through with her words as she answered him. "I hate it here," She said. "It's cold, it's boring and it's full of assholes. At least you had a choice." 

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