Paige had been, for the first time in ages, really feeling like celebrating. She had her best friend back, her newest friend out of rehab, her new band about to start putting things together... all in all? Good times. Plus? Thanks to jacking it from a guy she'd had to kill, she now had a SWEET ride.
So this evening, she'd left Darlene in Dave's capable hands (at least they better be capable... because if he di anything to hinder Dar's progress, Paige would tear his throat out) and come to Avarice. Second-skin leather pants, black lace bra, and a black mesh t-shirt over that, she approached the bar to take a break from dancing.