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Westner left the bar with and started walking down the street to look for a cab. It had been nearly an hour since he had talked to his wife when she said she was going to be a little late. He wondered if she had run into stiffer trouble and wished he could help but by the time he got to their apartment, changed into his battle armor, and got to where she was it would have been long over. A familiar voice above him called out, "Sorry I'm late."
He looked up as Sonya's muscular amazonian form gracefully landed next to him. He smiled as he looked up at her. "No problem, what happened?"
She sighed, "They rabbited, I had to chase the all down and then give my report to the police. Thankfully I was able to take them down without ruining my outfit."
He laughed, "You look amazing as usual." He reached up and took her much larger hand, "Come on."
She smiled down at him and let Westner guide her down the street much to the stares of the other people on the street. She smirked slightly as they continued down the block, she didn't feel the need to use her powers to shrink herself back down to a more reasonable height Greg didn't seem to care so why should she? Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard the faint sound of music being played as they rounded the corner. She looked at the building, "The Paragon? Must be relatively new."
Westner's smile broadened, "Sounds like we might need to check it out."
Sonya looked down at him and raised an eyebrow. "You know they might be an establishment that has a 'list'"
Westner smirked, "I have a feeling you can persuade him to make an exception. Let's go find out."