Paris- alright sweets. *chuckles* all jokes aside, I’m Paris, Paris Dean. Pleasure to make your acquaintance

Paris- interesting. I’m a high class business woman, manager of my office.

Paris- *she lifts up her hand, there’s a huge scar and one of her fingers appears to be stitched on* that’s from my job, so watch your attitude

Paris- I’d rather not go into it, it was quite.. traumatizing.

Paris- yeah, sure there’s- *interupted by a lady screaming, there’s a man holding a mother’s daughter to gun point demanding money. Paris reaches into her jacket and shoots the man in the leg, walking over to him and smashing his head against her leg and pulling out a walk-in talkie while helping the girl over to his mother* bring in the cars

*a police car pulls in, and takes the man away in cuffs* Paris- *whips around, and trains her gun on Hit* FREEZE

Paris- PUT THE GUN ON THE GROUND, AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD

Paris- shut it. *pulls out a badge* Agent Paris. I’m here on behalf of the fbi. Sir I’m going to need to see your Id (to hit)

Paris- *she puts her gun away* thank you. Now I’d like to know why YOU need a bodyguard

Paris- *motions to her undercover vehicle* why don’t you both come for a.. ride.

Paris- *drives them to an ice cream place* it’s on me. Do you want to explain now?

Paris- your not required to tell me, *chuckles* I’m not in cop form, I’m here as your friend

Clarealen:-flys down-did that bother you?