Those tragically beat up red doc martins that Silent loved so much flopped against the side walk as Silent made her way threw the city.The flopping sound of her soles, threatening to escape from under the duct tape that held them together..Was almost comforting. Sure Silent had the means to by a new pair...But she loved these boots...Had them since she was seventeen...Like most of the stuff she owned..That hadn't been bought from friends..Was beat up and well loved. And Silent had been so drawn into the sound of the city around her and the sound of those damn boots that she had missed the sound of her phone going off in the back pocket of her jeans...Though the vibration of the voice mail came as a very happy surprise for the swamp wolf.

Squirming as the vibration went on...She couldn't help but let that I ate the canary smile curve over her lips. Slender fingers would reach in the pocket a bit of disappointment following the cease of the vibrations...Making her think the lack of physical contact...Mainly the vertical tango..Was getting to her..Coughing some she would try and mask the deep blush that spread over her cheeks...It was as if lately Rome had taken on this whole fuck me vibe...Or it could be just her. Anyways  bringing the phone to her ear she would smile to hear Murphy's voice and the comment about the boss. 

Laughing Some she would draw the gaze of a few of the males walking down the street...Blowing them a kiss she would turn towards the road that would lead her to the Hookah..The small black wolf excited at the idea..Much like its human counterpart it liked the smoke and sweet smelling enviorment. And it didnt help that  there were pack members there...Which caused those once lazy steps to pick up their pace as she rounded the corner to the hookah...Its big bright light shining like a beacon even in the daylight.

Pushing the door open it would take a moment for those tri colored eyes to adjust to the darkness within the bar...But once adjusted Silent found Murphy and Vasha...Murphy with towel in hand flicking Vashas plump rump. Something Silent couldnt help but laugh about as she made her way to the bar...Giving a small wave to the twins who moved about the hookah dealing with the few regulars that visited.

"Betta hope Capt doesnt catch ya two...He might get some ideas"

She would smile as she slipped into one of the stools at the bar. Making sure that Charro couldn't see her there yet...She had a feeling the woman(cause while yes Charro was a man...Silent saw him as a big woman) was gonna tan her ass for not coming in for as long as she had stayed away.