Yeah… maybe her anger at the entirety of the situation bubbled over more than it should have. For a girl who had made her livelihood on giving the impression that she didn’t give two fcks - she sure as hell seemed like she gave them a second ago with her outburst. But… honestly, Paige couldn’t help herself. The idiot in front of her was looking at her with these STUPID puppy dog eyes and she wanted to slap it the hell out of him. Slapping, however, wasn’t acceptable in this society - so obviously she did the second best thing and yelled at him. And honestly, he deserved it.
With the words that were causing her frustration out in the open, Paige looked in his eyes - watching to see if there was any familiarity in what she said… any acceptance that he had fcked her over metaphorically. She didn’t give the idiotic statement of him being far from the only option a response - honestly, he didn’t deserve one. It wasn’t ever about the sex - and clearly, he knew as much.
“You don’t get it do you? It wasn’t that you left. It was that you disappeared.” Paige whispered, putting her head in her hands as she rubbed her face for a second. Why the fck was she still out here? Honestly, Paige should have been speeding down I-80 5 minutes ago, but instead, she was dealing with this and the stupid excuse that he didn’t know why he couldn’t remember. Clearly, she just wasn’t memorable - and that hurt. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, darling. Now leave me the fck alone.”
With that, Paige was ready to leave - go to her car, drive all the way into the fcking sunset. Here’s the issue though; she found her car, but she couldn’t find her fcking keys. The other issue - Paige just saw that she had a voicemail from the county jail from… her sister. Fck. After a second spent looking at her keys and trying to mentally figure out if she dropped them or if an idiot - possibly Fin - grabbed them off of her, Paige walked back to Eddie who was staring at her like a deer in headlights. “I need your keys. Now.”
If there was one thing Ricky couldn’t be considered - it was being “patient”. He hated having to be stuck in this stupid waiting room for them to process his girlfriend, he hated the fact that his so-called dad was the one to arrest her, and he hated this disgusting coffee the police station had. Honestly, he could go on for hours of all the sht that was p!ssing him off… but that would take all fcking day.
No actually: let’s fcking get into it. He hated the stupid blue royalty game, first and foremost. Like what the actual fck was that post? He also hated Quinn Castillo, and that man, well, he should watch his fcking back. And he hated…Paige Pierce?
No sorry, that wasn’t actually part of the list - he just got distracted by the way the familiar short girl walked in… followed by a lanky idiot he knew as that kid with a camera. Great. Waiting room company
“If you’re trying to get Annie out, you can’t. She’s still in processing.”
“What the fck are you doing here”
Ricky’s eyes narrowed, looking at Annie’s sister with a slight annoyed expression. Honestly, Ricky didn’t mind being around her - but it wasn’t his first choice. After a second, he finally responded “My date was arrested. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t bail her out?.”
“You? A gentleman? What a jok-”
“Why the fck did you bring the walking camera?”
“Don’t cut me off, Ricky - do it again and Annie won’t be the only one arrested. And anyways, when the fck did you start getting into everyone else’s business?”
“You try to make conversation one time” An annoyed laugh left Ricky’s lips as he watched Paige take a seat across from him followed by camera boy.
“I needed a ride since Annie called me to bail her out”
“Right…” Did it weirdly sting that Annie still called someone even though he told her he’d be there? Maybe a bit. With that - it seemed neither he or Paige wanted to continue the conversation… not to mention the camera boy looked scared out of his skin… probably his first time in a police station.
This would be… just great.
30 minutes later
Laughter left his lips as he talked with the girl across from him. Yeah… trust him, he never thought he’d be saying that either. But here they were - laughing together. After about 15 minutes of boredom, followed by 5 minutes of a couple coming in and arguing about getting caught with the drugs - the two of them (okay fine camera boy could be included so three of them) started playing a game… who would walk in next along with telling their arrest stories which was always interesting. First they all made a guess about the next entrance and then the stories went on - and from the perspective of Paige and Ricky - they had their fair share.
“Alright, 5 bucks the next person who walks in will be… I’m feeling guilty divorcé”
“Nah, drunk assh0le for sure,”
“You can’t keep guessing drunk assh0le”
“And why not? Most people are drunk assh0les”
“Which is exactly why it’s cheating and anyways…”
As Ricky was talking, an older blonde dude walked in and went straight for the receptionist. “…he doesn’t look drunk… I actually still might be right though.”
“Oh really? Let’s go find out.”
With a roll of his eyes, Paige stood up, and with seemingly a plan, she walked towards the dude who clearly looked like he didn’t want to be bothered. But was Ricky going to miss that show? God no.
After a second, Rick stood up walking back towards where Paige was approaching the man.
Did Paige steal Eddie’s car? Kind of - was he in the passenger seat? Sadly. Paige had so much as given the man the silent treatment - but even when she got to the station (driving at speeds that Eddie was clearly uncomfortable with) she didn’t give him his keys back. What? He could beg. In any case - now she found herself here with Enrique Montoya which… honestly wasn’t the Montoya she preferred but she wasn’t necessarily having a bad time. He was at least keeping her distracted - something Eddie couldn’t do and for some odd reason, Eddie was still here. What the fck was wrong with him?
Honeslty… it didn’t matter.
With her mind set - Paige walked towards the distressed man that had walked in a few minutes earlier. What? She’d prove to Ricky that most people who walked in here this late were indeed, drunk assh0les. “Hello darling, question for you. Do you have any of the… good stuff on you?” Paige cut to the chase pretty damn quickly as she walked towards him - leaning against the desk where the lady who was signing him in had walked away a second earlier. Paige waited for him to turn towards her, but she didn’t really let him say anything. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Me and my… honestly he’s not my friend but… the dude over there just need a little something to get us through the night if you get what I mean. So, what do you say? Share with us?”
Maybe if Paige was paying closer attention - she would have noticed the way the man looked at her the minute she started talking. Maybe… if Paige had paid attention - she would have seen her sister being brought out and started connecting the dots. That, however, didn’t happen. “Finally darling, took you long enough…are you… okay?,” Paige asked, though Annie clearly seemed distracted looking past her.
It was with Annie’s question that Paige realized something was off. He was staring at her… he was staring at her and Annie. “I don’t… who the fck are you?” Paige simply asked - directing Annie’s question back to the blonde who seemed to have been waiting for Annie just as much as Ricky and her had been.
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