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

Paige glanced back down to her phone at Sio's reply showing an unfiltered look of amusement and irritation. [I]Did that chick just not get it?[/i] She thought. Even in her more than slightly inebriated state she could feel a twinge of anger at Victoria's apparent inability to believe Sio and the feeling helped promote a small bit of sobriety somewhere in her clouded mind. One way or another the two had crossed paths again and the psycho car vandal had shot her mouth off. Paige attached the image of the injured M3 and shot a text right back: [b][i]Tell her it doesn't take a fucking detective to figure out who keyed our car[/i][/b]. She hit send then added another: [b][i]What a dumbass[/i][/b]. Then another: [b][i]Where are you?[/i][/b]. She had no idea where she and Milo were headed next, but was violently hoping that wherever Sio was, she could display that photo to as many as possible for maximum embarrassment.

Seeing Milo get up and take his coat brought about the moment of truth. When he extended his hand, she knew she was going to have to take it in order to even attempt standing without looking like a total fool. She took his hand and his grip was firm around hers lifting her up effortlessly. [I]We're up![/i] A voice in her head shouted gleefully. She smiled still having little control of her inhibitions, being pulled from her chair was something like a miniature carnival ride. [I]Get a grip, Paige![/i] Another voice firmly corrected. As she came to her feet, she deftly sashayed right into his other arm and ran one hand through his coat to claim it as her own. Going from sitting to standing so quickly made her head swim and she had to steady herself against him for balance finding that the heavy material carried an odd metallic scent deep in the fabric that combined with his cologne she rather liked. 

With his coat on, she kept a grip on his arm to keep steady. "Lead the way, King Aragon." She said with a teasing air of importance. She still had no clue who the Trooper was referencing earlier, but it sounded funny and 'Lead the way' wasn't a phrase she often uttered to any man. Milo was an exception though and she didn't mind hanging on to him. On a few particularly adventurous nights back home, he'd actually had to carry her or Ana like drunken refugee children. She did a convincing job walking out and his coat was warm against the cold air. Everything was feeling so much like old times and for the first time in a long while she was forgetting about work. 

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