[center][h1][color=fff200]Siobhan[/color] & Joel[/h1][/center][hr][center][h2]Location: City Hall Roof; Sunday[/h2][/center][hr][center][h3]Interaction: Each other [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4546127]Siobhan[/url] ([@Almalthia]) [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4491960]Joel[/url] ([@Pilatus])[/h3][/center][hr][center][h3]Mentions: [/h3][/center][hr][h3][center]Joel[/center][/h3][hr]

Joel wasn't ever a smoker, but something about the moment felt like a cigarette. He smirked a little and shrugged to himself thinking he'd maybe seen too many commercials. The view from the top of City Hall was spectacular and he stood with one foot casually perched on the ledge as he looked out across the river, over the lights and beyond. In the far distance he could see all the way out to the international airport. The breeze blew lightly and there was just enough chill for a breath to be seen. An [url=https://youtu.be/MeBIRT6x6wM]old song by Glenn Frey[/url] passed through his mind and he thought about the last few weeks and all that had happened. He still couldn't shake the broken expression on Marlin's face as the doors had closed between them. Though he knew he was right and was justified in what he'd done, he didn't like hurting people in any way. It just wasn't his nature. 

Moments passed in sweet solitude until he heard a clamoring approach from the roof access. Watching carefully, he angled himself behind the opening so that he could still see when Sio came stumbling out the door like a like an alcoholic marching band. It was dim on the roof, but not so dim that he couldn't see his business card flutter to the ground as she made her merry way and the heavy door closed behind her with an authoritative clang. [I]You gotta be fucking kidding me[/i]. He thought. [I]Is she some kind of stalker?[/i] Tommy warned him about those too. He checked his phone briefly just to make damn sure he had a signal before slowly making his way quietly to the door to see if by an act of God it didn't lock. Walking slowly and watching her, he wasn't sure what to make of her drunken escapade, though he doubted Scott Weiland would approve of her slightly off-key rendition of one his favorite songs. 

The door knob stopped firmly in his grasp, not budging a further centimeter. [I]Shit[/i]. He thought. [I]This is some stalker level shit[/i]. He wasn't paying a lot of attention to her ramblings, but heard his name mentioned and it made him slightly nervous. He felt like he was in that PlayStation game he played as a kid. [I]What was it called?[/i] He wondered briefly. [I]Metal Gear Solid...Yeah, that was it[/i]. He just needed a box to hide under and text Tommy to come to the roof.

[hr][color=fff200][h3][center]Siobhan[/center][/h3][/color][hr]

Siobhan heard something behind her and whipped around almost spilling her scotch.[color=fff200][i] That would be a crime if I spilled any…[/i][/color] She backed up a step or two.[color=fff200][i]What if it’s some weirdo? I really don’t need this on this night of all nights.[/i][/color] Siobhan clears her throat.[color=fff200] “Is there someone there?” [/color]Her anxiety clearly evident even though she tried to hide it. She was scared enough to be sober, at least in this moment.She was alone with someone possibly at just the kind of party where Genny had been assaulted four years and two weeks ago and tonight was the four year anniversary of Genny’s suicide.

It all came rushing back and the past crashed against her mind and she remembered the awful scene she had walked into that morning four years ago. She shook her head and tried to push down the memory.[color=fff200][i] Maybe I’m just being jumpy. But somehow I don’t think so...[/i][/color]

Siobhan looked around and in the dim light she could just make out someone by the roof access door. She froze like a deer in headlights. Eyes as round as dinner plates she slowly sank down and grabbed the scotch bottle by the neck and left her heels on the ground for now.[color=fff200][i] Wearing heels might have been a mistake…and I’m an idiot. Paige is gonna kill me when she finds out.[/i]

“Look I don’t know who you are but leaving me alone would be best. I’m not in the mood to entertain and tonight is just not a night to piss off someone who still has a lot of anger that she can’t take out on her best friend since they killed themselves. So walking off now and disappearing back inside would be best for you.” [/color]Siobhan tried to look intimidating, if a kitten could be intimidating she’d have nailed it. The outfit looked a little too sexy to be intimidating. Her over the shoulder fishtail braid was a bit mussed strands of coppery red waves falling around her face only reinforced the attractive flush of temper and alcohol. Her light blue-green eyes flicking from fright to irritation as the internal struggle went on.

Joel looked back from the door with a cross expression. “I would love to leave you alone,” He said flatly, “But you locked the damn door.” He knew better than to reason with a drunk. The fact that he was there first didn't matter. Bending down slightly he picked up his business card and flicked it at her. 

Siobhan glanced at the card leaving it on the ground.[color=fff200] “Yeah I'm not picking that up right now. And I didn't realize the door was locked. My apologies.”[/color]

Joel's eyebrow cocked a little at her words. He didn't think he'd ever heard anyone actually say, ‘my apologies’ it was more or less something people said in books or on the Hallmark channel. “If you still want that old junk Corvette looked at, you may just want to pick up that card, chick.” He really didn't care whether or not she did or didn't, but it annoyed him for it to continue laying there on the ground.

Siobhan looked back at the card and stepped forward to it. Sinking down to pick up the card managing not to flash him she grabbed it. “Thanks.” looking at the card reading the name on it. “Ah so you work on cars as well as race. Nice. Oh and this is yours.” She hold out the scotch within reach but only just. Still keeping far enough out of arm's reach , she hoped. 

Leaning against the door, Joel's expression remained fairly critical. She was so forward in showing off her backside downstairs and now she was suddenly skittish and defensive. [I]Just what I need[/i]. He thought. [I]Another woman that can't decide who she wants to be[/i]. “‘I'm not picking that up right now.’” He said, slightly mocking and referring to the bottle to see if she was aware enough to catch on to the irony of her situation. “Just calm your panties while I get us down from here.” He took out his phone and started to type out a message to Tommy to come to the roof. 

[color=fff200]“Calm my panties?!? You know this situation doesn't have a damned thing to do with my panties. Being drunk and alone with someone was not my intention and if you don't want the Glenlivet then I can just keep it.” [/color]Siobhan stepped back and collected her shoes. Realizing she'd need at least something to lean on to put them back on she walked over next to Joel.[color=fff200] “If we're getting down I'll put my shoes on. Assuming you are being a gentleman and not going to look...it isn't the easiest thing to do to strap these back on.” [/color]She puts a hand on the wall and puts down the scotch and starts to try to get her shoes on. Fumbling around with them she gets frustrated and sighs.[color=fff200] “Normally I wouldn't ask this but can I get some help please?”[/color]

Joel snickered in amusement. He liked that he could piss her off so easily. One minute she's flirty and showing skin all over the bar, the next she's arguing over God knows what with Marlin, then she's stark drunk, [i]then[/i] she's defensive and finally she’s back in his face concerned that he was going to be a gentleman while bouncing around in a dress that's a few inches too short. He wondered where they hid the channel selector for this one. [I]This chick is friggin nuts, dude[/i]. He thought to himself. 

[color=fff200]“Yes I see the halirity of the situation. Look I don’t normally act like this...and yet here I am.” [/color]Siobhan laughed at herself and the situation.[color=fff200] “Well it is rather amusing, and I deserved that. And the regurgitated comment about not grabbing the bottle. I’m drunk not stupid. I was keeping my distance. Lone drunk female blah blah blah. When you have a best friend that was...well you tend to be on guard after that. So...how are we getting down? Did you hide a lock pick in your snazzy suit?”[/color] She thought. [color=fff200][i]Funny how him laughing let me think the situation is less of a dangerous one. Remember you’re not Genny and he isn’t Kenny and we’ll all be fine. He’s going to fix Karen. Remember that. That’s a safe memory. Unless you want him to add leaky female to the list of atrocities that you’ve already committed in the last ten minutes. God I hate leaky females and being one of them just pisses me off and makes me cry more. Vicious cycle.[/i][/color]

“You weren't keeping your distance back there at the bar just now.” Joel said. He was glad some of the tension retracted. He'd already experienced all the drama he cared to endure within the previous hour. She seemed to keep wanting to talk about her deceased friend, but those sort of morbid subjects weren't particularly his favorite after a night of attempted drinking. He decided he would just let her talk and get it out of her system. He pecked away a message on his phone as she talked. “No, I'm just sending a text to my friend,” He said. “He’s down on the floor and will come up and get us.” Considering Tommy's extensive friends list, Joel wasn't sure how long that would take, but it was presently their best option. He didn't even want to think about trying to explain it.

[color=fff200]“That is me being friendly. The flirty version you saw earlier may have been laying it on a little thick. Want me to lie to you and tell you that you're not the slightest bit attractive? Or if it had been me in your lap you'd have paid more attention to me than anyone else? Well we'd have been in a dark corner away from prying eyes…” [/color]She pauses to look at him under her lashes smirks and continues.[color=fff200] “... but I made my point there. But that's not who you see now. Yes well, that best friend I was chatting about earlier? She committed suicide today four years ago and I was the one to find her.” [/color]Suddenly remembering that she still had a scotch she sipped it leaning against the wall next to Joel.[color=fff200] “So I'm a tad maudlin at present. Normally I stay home but my parents requested my presence. And in a desperate attempt to find halfway decent conversation I decided, wrongly apparently, to sit with at least some people other than my parents and have a conversation to take my mind off things.” [/color]She turned toward Joel leaning on her left side and waited till she caught his eyes with hers.[color=fff200] “And well you know the rest except that I honestly didn't know that anyone was out here. I'd say I'm sorry but this has been the highlight of my night so I won't apologize. I refuse to apologize for the first conversation that hasn't been a mass of political intrigue. But back to the distance part. You did state you wanted to be alone. Or have you changed your mind for some strange reason and actually want m- some company?” [/color]