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

Paige glanced up at the mirror in front of them for a moment seeing the onset of commotion as the “band” arrived for what was apparently to be an impromptu performance at Swan Song’s. She didn’t recall the Sirens being a part of what was supposed to be a relaxing evening of music or she would have definitely picked another place to meet Tao. She turned with her elbow on the bar glancing away from Tao for a moment watching them approach. There was a time when she actually had a couple of their songs saved in her music library. Songs she had promptly [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4767165]deleted[/url] after Sio’s art showing a few weeks ago. She wasn’t star struck in the least by their bravado, but she was a little surprised that amidst all the gushing, Ethan, the lead singer, came up and spoke to her [i]first[/i] despite the fact that they had never actually met. His debonnaire attitude was equivocal and she wondered what it was about her that apparently sent Vika’s boyfriends after her and there was some smug satisfaction in knowing they were just naturally drawn to superior genetics. 

Her olive eyes carried on to him, though as she started to answer another familiar face came up to the corner of the bar, Nikki Giancana’s right hand man, the same one that had [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4863994]tried to kill[/url] her and Milo on Catalina Island. She knew his real name, but he went by the nickname [i]Yolo[/i] and had a rap sheet that matched the monicker which recently included the murder of Nikki’s half brother, Sammy. There was more than enough for her to take him in, but she knew she couldn’t. She’d lied on all of her reports about Milo being there with her and if they questioned him, he could easily blow her story wide open and somewhere on his body would have the bullet wound to prove it. It didn’t bother her though; with Tao alongside, she didn’t think she would have to set an example of staying cool quite so soon, though he’d never know, nor would Yolo’s thrift store pirate escorts, the full extent of what was going on and that she had no intentions whatsoever of making an arrest. 

“I’m always at official capacity,” She said cooly, almost temptingly, drawing her jacket back slightly and letting her eyes drift down towards Yolo, meeting his arrogant glance with complete certainty in her smirk. “Eight in the clip and one in the chamber.”

[@Almalthia][@Allycat]