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

Paige smiled back at Sio letting her tired olive eyes cut just a little against the peppy redhead in a sisterly glance. “You’ve been waiting all morning to say that haven’t you?” She replied, yawning and looking mildly amused. “No, it was just Milo.” She said flatly. “Sorry if that kills the story for you.” She sipped her coffee. It wasn’t the greatest, but she was starting not to hold Sol City to too much of a standard on many things and it had been sitting on the burner long enough to work against her hangover headache to some extent. She added a bit of sugar to take the edge off.

“So, you were drunk trespassing on city property. Is that where we left off?” She continued. “Then you ran into some random guy you liked [i]on the roof?[/i]” She was beginning to fill in some of sketchier details of Sio’s night at the party. “If the door locked behind you and you had to open it to get up there, doesn’t that mean he was already locked up there?” She smirked accusingly to try and let the implications of that sink in to see if Sio could pick up on the greater danger of her situation. With that aside however, part of the redhead’s imagined story was resonating: [i]You don’t want to share the details because you barely believe it is real[/i]. The words fell right into what felt like an empty space in her heart and brought forth a feeling of truth that she’d put away from the night before.

[@Almalthia]