So lets Face it Silent had never been one that had the fashion sense of a clown. Not the super cute ones but like the old hobo clowns from the twenties. Now she had to not only be one of the supporting faces of the pack but of both Urban Decay and The hookah.  But time after time Silent had been mistaken for some vegrant.

This had to change. So toying with the number she had since she left new york she would finally call the leopard queen and her former shopping buddy.

"Patsy. Its Silent. I....Im having a fashion crisis. I sooo need your help."

She would croon over the phone when the voice mail picked up. If anyone would make a wounderful fashion consultant to help her with the look that a thirty something year old in her position should have. It was Patsy.