“I don’t think it’s gonna cut it any day.” Paige said flatly glancing back out at her soulless government issued transportation being more and more steadily buried in snow. “I liked my 4Runner better.” She knew Milo would remember the one and only car she ever really owned. Her dad bought it used as her first car when she was in high school from a local dealership in Delta City. It survived two years of high-school, then UF, and multiple trips all over south Florida before she got on with Florida State Police and had a cruiser of her own. Beaten, bruised, with faded-silver paint and numerous decals from her and Ana’s various escapades scattered all over the back glass, the odometer had to be somewhere north of 300k, but it soldiered on, unkillable. “Did you know my dad still has it? He still drives it.” If he knew half the things we did with that car he’d probably disown me
. She thought with a brief smirk.
As she spoke, she noticed a young girl leave from the front entrance and then promptly come back in after getting a good dose of the weather. “Yeah, daddy doesn’t know about a lot of the stuff she sends me.” Which so far included the expensive winter jacket she was wearing, a nice purse to fit her gun when she went out, some hollow-point bullets, a few other things and presently, a very large bottle of high-proof Jamaican rum. Paige’s mother made good money as a judge, while her father made very little as a preacher. As Milo was also well aware, they did not see eye-to-eye on everything and Paige was essentially just like her mother, only a step further
. She thought about the logistics of what she said and knew she probably sounded very blonde to Milo, but she’d never been in a snowstorm before. “I guess I should follow you?” She said thinking about his silly, jacked-up pickup making a track for her to go behind. “I don’t know I’ll see you when you get here.”
When the weather died down and Milo went home, she didn’t didn’t want to be without transportation, nor did leaving the property of the Marshal Service in the Sol City Clerk of the Court’s parking space sound like a particularly good idea. As she thought about it, the young girl that came back inside, partially covered in snow, which attracted the attention of several officers as the swing of the door again let the heat out. Paige shook her head slightly at the girl's comment as she hung up with Milo. She at least seemed to be dressed for the occasion while Paige still only had on her regular jeans and sneakers. Before she could say anything an officer came up and sternly asked what they were doing there and that they needed everyone to leave as soon as possible, only on-duty personnel were being allowed to stay.
Unimpressed, Paige lifted her jacket open showing her star and gun and that she didn't have to follow any of their orders.
“Okay, she with you then?” The officer quickly spat back and motioned towards Dustynn. He had a lot to do and wasn't in the mood for a showdown with someone he couldn't control.
“Yeah, she's with me.” Paige shot back instantly and glanced over at Dustynn. His tone was enough to prick her nerves and there was enough going on that she wasn't going to put up with a grown man being a bitch. She hoped the girl would have sense enough to play along. SCPD would not be in the mode for providing transportation and the girl looked like she didn’t have a lot of money. Ditching her would have just sentenced her to the same bench or cot that she was also in the process of avoiding.
As the officer walked away somewhat defeated, Paige looked back at Dustynn with some satisfaction that she had put him in his place. “Don't worry about him, he's just being a dick.” She said cutting her eyes again to make sure he was indeed on his merry-way. “I'm Paige… And I'm not a cop.” She said offering a handshake. “We’ll get you outta here.” Inside her jacket pocket she thumbed the key fob for the automatic start while outside the Suburban’s lights came on as the engine started. The wipers tossed away a healthy layer of snowfall.
She was looking forward to spending some time with Milo, just the two of them for a while after they helped out Dustynn. She knew Milo wouldn't mind. They certainly had bigger adventures in the past. Some day-drinking sounded like a plan for sure and reminded her some of the date they had before she was put in the hospital. Other than Thirsty-Thursday with Sio, it was the last time she'd really indulged. @RoccanIronclad@MissCapnCrunch