_{MEME — accepting.}

                   She’d successfully managed to his hotel key card from a rather innocent clerk at check-in. Not caring in the SLIGHTEST that both of them should be sleeping, given the fact that she was self-proclaimed NIGHT OWL, Paige opened and closed his hotel door near silently. Tip-toeing her way through the dark room until the bed came in to view, a certain CHAMPION buried beneath the sheets. 

                          Paige could also care less about the stupidity of the situation the two found themselves in, REFUSING to call it the classical ‘friends with benefits’ bullshit, when asked her reply was simple. ‘We help one other.’ Which wasn’t a lie. FRUSTRATION was something that Paige had had build up in the depths of her bones for MONTHS since the dumb little revolution had started. 

                         And there were only CERTAIN ways with CERTAIN people that allowed her to vent these frustrations. Seth being one, if not the only one, of those people.  

        Though the ‘venting’ wasn’t always as PHYSICAL,
        sometimes she just genuinely needed…. someone.

                      “ I’m ANGRY, i can’t sleep and i’m kinda bored. 
                      What do you think i want? Sit down an’ have a
                      cuppa’ tea? Use tha’ brain you got buried in there. ”