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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 17, 2020 10:10:43 GMT -5
Honestly, Val thought Roswell was great. Definitely the most approachable person in the precinct, and she had to admit that if she had to tell anyone anything personal, Roswell would probably be the person she’d be most likely to do that with. Except maybe Hazel, because Hazel had been there with Val through some pretty tough things and had been overall a very supportive captain. It wasn’t like Val was unaware that she wasn’t someone other precincts would have been jumping to hire, not with Val lacking records before the age of 17.
But she held back from telling Hazel things. Not just because she didn’t want to share her feelings or whatever, though that was honestly 90% the reason, but also because Hazel was like a mother figure to Val. And Val honestly didn’t want to worry her or anything. Besides, if Val told Hazel some of the things about herself? It would put a lot of stress and pressure on Hazel as a captain. She knew the note from her previous captain was in the file and that Hazel had read it, but if Val confirmed the things he had said, Hazel would not be in an easy situation. If Val’s past came out? Not only would Val’s credibility be at risk and possibly her career, but also Hazel’s too. She couldn’t do that to her.
But Roswell was easy to talk to, and he didn’t judge. She appreciates that. And honestly she found it a little endearing when he seemed so surprised that she’d asked for his help. He didn’t need to be. He was a good detective, and a nice guy. A team player. Val appreciates him, even if she’d never say it.
As she spoke, Roswell had repeated some of her words back to her, helping her make sense of what she was feeling. She knew this was a technique from therapy. She’d often been told she should consider therapy, but honestly she hated the idea. If she had issues sharing emotional stuff with people she knew very well,’why would she be any better doing it with a complete stranger? But she was alright with Roswell doing it, she knew Roswell. He wasn’t a stranger.
“Yes to both of those,” Val had said in response to his first two comments “and it’s annoying as hell.”
At his question asking if there was anything else she wanted to talk about, she was a little surprised. She hasn’t expected him to care so much about what she had to say, even though he was a really kind person. She was so taken aback, so surprised and touched, she actually considered his offer.
She could tell him about any of the things that bugged her every day, like about her past. She could tell him about the case she was looking at and why she was so desperate to get it solved. She could tell him about anything. And who knew, it might help her?
But no. She couldn’t, she wasn’t ready yet. Roswell was great, and if she had to tell anyone about this stuff he’d be high on the list. But she couldn’t bring herself to form the words, couldn’t get anything out.
So for a moment she started as if she was about to say something, and then shook her head.
“No, I’m okay,” she replied “but thanks. I just need your help with TJ. You’re probably better than any of us at this feelings stuff. This isn’t like me, I’ve barely known the guy a week, not to mention the fact that I don’t date anyone I work with. Do I ask him out? Do I wait and hope that he asks me out? Do I do neither because dating him would be a terrible idea since we work together?”
She didn’t want to ask him out if she thought he might reject her, because that was embarrassing and while Val was confident in most things, putting herself out there emotionally was not one of them. And basically she had a lot of complicated feelings. She simultaneously loved and hated that she was falling for TJ. It was nice to feel a connection with someone, and she felt so comfortable around TJ. But she hated that she felt like she wasn’t in control
And a private fear she had that she hadn’t confessed to Roswell was that she worried about what would happen if she ended up pursuing something with TJ. Even if he likes her, what if they started going out and he learned all the things about Val that she didn’t want anyone to know? Being in a relationship implied being open and honest. And Val wasn’t sure how TJ would feel if he knew everything about Val.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 17, 2020 10:33:32 GMT -5
Callie had to admit that having her siblings here was amazing. They were al greeting one another and talking, signing as they spoke to keep Lola caught up with the conversation.
“Callie!” Jason had greeted excitedly, hugging his sister, before he took in Callie and Missy “are you two...dressed the same?”
That’s when the man sighed
“You pretended to be one another again, didn’t you?”
Missy and Callie shared a look, which was enough to make Jason groan.
“I knew it. Why the workplace, of all places?”
“Think of it as work experience,” Missy said with a shrug
“It’s not even that impressive,” Lola signed with a roll of her eyes “you’re identical. When one of you is able to convince people you’re Jason, then we’ll talk.”
That’s when Jason raises his eyebrows, pointing at his younger sisters in warning.
“I’d like to clarify, don’t do that,” Jason warned “I can’t having you killing one of my patients.”
This was fair; while it was 90% chance that Lola was joking, Callie and Missy had a habit of taking jokes like that and making them a reality. It was relatively plausible that they’d actually take this as a challenge and disguise one of them as Jason; he had to cover all bases.
“I’m a lawyer,” Missy said with a roll of her eyes “I’d get you to win your malpractice suit. It’s only a little heart surgery, Dr Dawson.”
“You’re a prosecution lawyer,” Lola signed with a raised eyebrow “getting him off with the malpractice suit would be the opposite of your job.”
That was when they were interrupted by Hazel’s call from her office
“I see you’re all hard at work.”
Callie offered the captain a winning, and slightly apologetic, smile before turning to her siblings.
“Right,” she said “uh, I should-“
That was when a young man came through the elevator and was finding it hard to squeeze past the group of siblings. Callie tapped Lola, who had her back to the elevator, to get her attention so she could move out of his way.
“Sorry!” Callie apologised as she herded the group of siblings out of the way.
Once Ives was past, she turned again to the other Dawsons.
“Right, we should stop blocking the entrance,” she commented “come on.”
She led the way to her desk, where she’d set up some chairs from the break room for her siblings.
“I’m sorry,” she said apologetically “I’ve just got to finish a quick piece of paperwork and then we can do something together.”
She took a seat, and her siblings followed suit, and they chatted quietly in the chairs behind her while Callie got to work on the last five minutes of paperwork she had to finish on an arrest she’d done yesterday.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 17, 2020 20:34:32 GMT -5
Hazel stayed in the doorway of her office, arms folded as she leaned against the frame, eyes surveying the bullpen.
If anything, at least everyone seemed to be getting back to work now.
Sort of.
Roswell and Val were still nowhere to be seen, but beyond that, TJ and Jules were discussing cases, Cat had walked away, and Callie had found her siblings a place to stay until she could give them more attention.
Plus...Tortie had found her way over to Norman and inserted herself in his conversation with Ives.
Hazel smirked slightly.
If anything, she could count on Tortie to stick with the two of them, and hopefully make sure they didn’t do something to mess up his foot even more.
Satisfied that at least for now things were back in order, Hazel exited her office and started towards the break room, knocking twice on the wall as she stood in the entryway. ”Knock knock,” she said, smiling over at the guest of Dawsons. ”Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier, I’m Captain Wynn,” she introduced herself, looking them all over. ”You can call me Hazel though, it’s more chill,” she explained, gesturing with her hands as she spoke.
Hopefully she was using that word right.
Despite her best efforts to stay hip, Hazel often found herself not understanding what all the new slang meant.
Like, what was the different between kobe and yeet?
Because apparently they couldn’t be used interchangeably.
...She had tried that before and had quickly been shut down by her youngest son.
Anyways.
Pulling up a chair, Hazel turned it around and sat down, arms resting on the back of the chair. ”It’s nice to put some faces to all of Callie’s siblings,” she explained, hoping they didn’t find her weird for joining in on their conversation.
It seemed rude to just leave them here and Hazel was a very hospitable host captain.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 18, 2020 13:35:24 GMT -5
Tortie was a hugger. She liked close contact with other people. At any point if she could get away with a hug then she would do it. She didn’t understand why some people didn’t like hugs, it was just a weird, foreign thought to her. Even as Norman tried to wiggle his way out and made some weird noise in what was probably out of protest, Tortie stayed where she was, comfortable with the hug.
A whine of protest came from her as the hug came to and end and she was stuck with just standing all on her lonesome with nothing to wrap her arms around.
Yet another round of disappointing news hit Tortie in the face when Ives mentioned already having a girlfriend. To be completely honest, it was disappointing, but she wasn’t actually upset about it. Being disappointed and being upset were two totally different things. Really, though, she was happy for him. She was happy that he had found somebody that made him happy, somebody that could put a smile on his face just at the mere thought of her. Even though Tortie was the type of person to mess around and never have a serious relationship, she was a bit of a romantic dreamer at heart. Years ago she had had a serious relationship with a girl she had really been in love with, but then all that fell apart and things had turned...really bad for Tortie. Bad enough that it was actually something she didn’t like talking about, and Tortie was always very open about her personal life. Roswell knew what happened. He had been her rock during all that. Once she had bounced back from everything she really started on the path of a different person a week, or even a different person a day.
Then came her relationship with Callie. Now that relationship had been incredibly fun and Tortie wouldn’t change a thing about that. Even the break up hadn’t been bad, and clearly her and Callie were still the closest of friends. Yet even then, there was a small part of Tortie that would like to have something more stable, something she could rely on, and she loved it when other people had that. She really did, and it wasn’t something she was jealous over, it was just something she longed for herself. It was just...hard for her to get into something serious thanks to some past mistakes.
But enough of that.
”You better be serious about your offer because I do want to meet her,” Tortie warned, giving Ives a serious look. ”But! That can be for later, come on, we’ve got some stuff to do!” With that she turned and started toward the elevators, unsure of where they were going but excited to get to it all the same.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 18, 2020 13:35:50 GMT -5
Hearing Val come right out and confirm that she liked TJ was a bit surprising, but Roswell understood that she was coming to him for help and that in and of itself more than likely meant that that she had prepared herself for answering a question like that. So maybe her outright confirming all of this probably wasn’t as surprising as he initially felt. He did have to admit that he was surprised that Val liked somebody, especially somebody that had only been around for about a week at this point, but he wasn’t about to think too much into it. Sometimes feelings happened and nobody could stop them whether they happened two years later or an hour into knowing somebody. Val was just as capable as the next person of having emotions, and having emotions sometimes meant that crushes would occur for some people.
He listened to what she had to say, intent on hearing what she had to say. This wasn’t something he was going to take lightly. She was opening up to him about something that most people would find hard to admit to, Roswell wasn’t going to just blow off her concerns.
Roswell was silent for a while as he let Val’s words sink in. From time to time he would nod in acknowledgement to show he was still interested and still listening. Once she had finished all she was going to say he spoke up. ”This may not sound like it helps, but I’d say you do whatever you feel is right for you. I know you have the capabilities of working anything out no matter how hard it is. If you truly like him and think things could work, I wouldn’t let being coworkers stop you. Plenty of people who work together are a couple. And even if it doesn’t work out, I feel like the both of you are still able to be friends. I mean, look at Callie and Tortie, they’re still as close as ever.” Roswell never thought he’d be using Tortie as an example for something, but here he was, not only just using her as an example, but using her as an example while trying to help out Val.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 18, 2020 14:41:42 GMT -5
Norman raised his brow, a frown inching down his face. ”You’re not invited!” He called out after Tortie, shaking his head slightly. He was just as stubborn as she was, if not more so, and if Norman got his way, Tortie would not be tagging along today...or any day after this.
Ives however, seemed to have other ideas. ”Ah come on Nori, she seems so excited, we might as well let her come along,” Ives suggested and smiled down at Norman. ”Besides, she’s one person, how much damage can she do?”
Norman gave Ives a pointed, knowing look. ”You obviously don’t know Tortie very well,” he commented and Ives shrugged it off.
”Come on, it’ll be fun!” He decided and grabbed Norman’s hand to help him up to his feet, starting off towards Tortie.
Norman sighed and bowed his head in defeat, gesturing slightly with his hands. ”This’ll be interesting,” he muttered under his breath, slowly following Ives and Tortie and walking into the elevator with them.
Once they were in the elevator, Norman stood in between Ives and Tortie. ”Just for the record, I’m not happy about this.”
Ives responded that resting his arm on Norman’s head. ”I know, buddy, I know,” he said cheerfully as the elevator closed and they began to head down.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 18, 2020 15:09:20 GMT -5
Tortie shrugged Norman's comment on her not being invited off. "I am now!" She called back. Official orders from Hazel or not, she was going through with this. She had no idea what they would be doing or where they were even going, but she wasn't backing down from this now.
Once her two companions were inside the elevator with her, Tortie gave a little wriggle of excitement. "So what are we doing?" She asked, curious to figure out what her day was going to consist of. She knew Norman needed to be resting his foot, so she doubted it would be anything too out there, but at the same time she didn't think anything with Ives would be deathly boring.
Tortie glanced down at Norman at his comment, sticking her tongue out at him in a childish display of defiance. "Get over yourself, this is supposed to be fun." Listen, she wasn't about to let Norman's attitude ruin this for her. Or if anything, he could continue being a spoil sport while Tortie went off to have her own fun.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 18, 2020 15:36:12 GMT -5
When Tortie stuck her tongue out at him, Norman glared, folded his arms. “How about you get over yourself, You...uh, you not attractive leech,” he retorted back with a huff.
Yeah that would get to her.
Ives seemed to sense that without someone intervening, this would only continue and inserted himself in the conversation. ”Well that’s not very nice, Tortie’s a super attractive leech,” he countered, and before either could say anything else, Ives turned his attention to Tortie, still resting his arm on Norman’s head. ”Speaking of which, even though I might not be available, I’ve got plenty of friends that are,” he told her and pulled out a small pad of paper from his jacket, gesturing for Norman to hand him a pen.
Norman sighed and relented, passing a pen up to Ives as he quickly wrote down a number and offered it to Tortie. ”That’s my pal Thaddeus’ number, you could call him at some point, I think you’d get along-“
”Ives, we’re not setting up my coworkers with our single friends,” Norman told him and Ives nodded along.
”Course not,” he agreed and silently mouthed “call him” to Tortie.
If anything, Norman had to admit that Ives was pretty good at mediating conversations, and even if Tortie did end up calling Thaddeus, it wasn’t like Thaddeus would respond.
If there was one thing that Norman could rely on Thaddeus for, it was for being an antisocial hermit.
Which meant nothing would happen there and he wouldn’t have to deal with a mess like that.
Continuing, Ives walked out of the elevator, Norman following after. ”As for what we’re doing, Ives got a couple things planned,” he said and looked back to Tortie and Norman with a grin.
Norman snorted slightly.
What? It was funny.
”First up, I took the time to look up all the best - and worst - food trucks in Brooklyn, and we are going to try them all,” Ives explained, gesturing widely as he pushed the doors to the precinct open. ”Or at least...we’ll try as many as we can before we either pass out from forcing ourselves into a food coma, or throw up trying,” he continued easily.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 18, 2020 16:54:06 GMT -5
While everything else was going on, N had been going over a case file that had caught his attention. It wasn’t anything big, just some petty crime happening at a nearby park, but a case was a case and even the little things needed to be stopped before they turned into bigger problems.
Now there was a part of him that wanted to check out Callie’s family, perhaps introduce himself and learn a bit more about the younger detective's relatives, but there already seemed to be a crowd and work needed to be done. Already Hazel had called most of the precinct out for slacking, and N was most definitely not one that slacked when it came to his job. He took it seriously, and yeah, that made him a stick in the mud around his younger workers, but he could easily live with that.
With being serious about his job came the task of actually doing his job. Most everybody already seemed occupied, but luckily for N he was able to take notice of one detective who didn’t seem to be doing much at the moment and would hopefully be able to, and willing, to tag along with him on this particular case. ”Lachat,” he called out to the detective, holding up the case file he had in his hand. ”You aren’t already busy, are you?”
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 18, 2020 16:54:35 GMT -5
See that should be taken offensively, but to be honest, she couldn't stop a snort of laughter escaping her after hearing Norman's weak attempt at trying to offend her. ”Good try, but you didn't quite hit the mark. Either way, I know I'm a very attractive leech and anything you say otherwise is wrong. Even Ives gets it,” she added, shooting a quick smile his way. It was nice to have somebody around who agreed with her for once. Usually most people either ignored what she had to say or tried to completely shoot her down. It was refreshing not getting that for once.
All of those thoughts were completely thrown to the side when the topic of available friends came up.
Tortie was instantly intrigued, looking up at Ives with wide, hopeful eyes and jittering up and down in excitement. ”Gimme, gimme, gimme,” she chanted, making little grabby hands toward Ives as he wrote down a number. She took the piece of paper from him as soon as he handed it over, her two-toned eyes looking it over like it was the most sacred thing to have ever been written on a piece of paper. She would make sure to call as soon as she could, and if she didn’t get an answer there she was going to blow the poor guy’s phone up with texts. She did have to stop and snort when she heard the guy’s name, though. ”Thaddeus sounds like a nerd name, like somebody Roswell would get along with.” It wasn’t going to stop her from getting in touch with him, though. Roswell already had his person, he wasn’t about to get Thaddeus. Unless he was secretly into having multiple partners at once and wanted to slowly start up a harem. In that case Tortie wouldn’t stop him, but she’d for sure let him know he was building up a nerd harem.
A third snort of laughter came from Tortie when she heard Ives’s pun. It was replaced with a serious interest when food was mentioned as they walked out the elevator and outside. ”You had me at food, where we going first?” Chances are Tortie had been to most of the food trucks Ives planned on going to, but she was never opposed to eating somewhere multiple places, especially if they had amazing food.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 18, 2020 17:29:05 GMT -5
Norman snickered slightly when Tortie hit the mark on Thaddeus’ name. If anyone was worthy of having a nerdy name, it was Thaddeus.
Thaddeus was your classic, almost cliche nerd.
Real big into comic books, mathematically intelligent, a little socially awkward and kind of a hermit...well, he was more than kind of a hermit by now, Thaddeus had become even more antisocial over the last couple years, honestly they were lucky he hadn’t shut his friends out.
Point being though, Tortie was right, and quite frankly Thaddeus probably wasn’t even Tortie’s type.
Sure he breathed and all, but he wasn’t like Tortie, he didn’t like flings or flirting or even socializing in general. They wouldn’t mix.
Turning his attention back to Ives, Norman watched as his friend grinned. ”Oh I’ve got a couple ideas,” Ives explained and something about his smirk was enough to tell Norman that they were in for a handful now.
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Now, the first few places had been okay. Nothing great...which made sense since it was food truck food, but it hadn’t been bad or anything like that.
Then they got to this place.
Norman looked up at the food truck with a raised brow, skepticism lighting in his eyes. ”Ives...what even is this?” He questioned and Ives grinned, stepping in front of Norman and Tortie with his hands extended outward.
”It’s the Mystery Meat Truck!” he said with a grin. ”It’s bottom on the list I found on Buzzfeed about the best to worst food trucks in Brooklyn!” He said happily.
Norman hadn’t even been award that had been a thing.
”...I don’t know Ives, I’m pretty sure we shouldn’t trust a place that doesn’t even know what their meat is, plus you know I’m-“ Before Norman could continue, Ives beat him to it.
”Don’t worry Nori, I already checked and they have vegetarian options for you!” He explained and grabbed Norman’s hand and Tortie’s hand, dragging them over to the truck.
Alarm struck through Norman. ”It’s...it’s literally called Mystery Meat, what kind of vegetarian options do they have?” He asked in a high pitched voice.
Now, usually, Norman would eat just about anything, he wasn’t exactly food that most people wouldn’t touch, however as someone that poured some of his heart and soul into everything he made, Norman still held judgement against a large amount of food, especially when prepared by people that didn’t understand what an art form it was to bake.
Whoever ran the Mystery Meat Truck clearly didn’t appreciate the art form.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 18, 2020 17:53:49 GMT -5
Even after she had eaten more than enough to feed an entire family of fifteen between the first food trucks they had stopped at, Tortie was still raring to go for more. If she wasn't stopped she could eat an entire meal from every food truck in Brooklyn and still be ready for even more food after that. She wasn't a picky eater, and would quite literally eat anything thrown her way. She had to keep up with the demands of her extremely fast metabolism, and lucky for her she could stomach anything and everything. That also meant she had eaten way too many things that no human should have ever put into their body, but this next place they had stopped at... Even Tortie had her doubts.
She squinted at the food truck in suspicion, not sure if she was too keen on stopping here or not. The food smell wafting from the truck wasn't exactly pleasant, Tortie scrunching her nose. Even if it was a bit unpleasant, she wasn't one to not try anything once.
"Well," she started, looking at Norman, "the best way to find out is to order something." For once she wasn't trying to egg Norman on with something annoying, it was clear she was having doubts about this place as well, but it was either they try it out or they don't, and as it had already been established, Tortie never backed down from a food challenge.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 18, 2020 19:23:12 GMT -5
Norman had his doubts that this place even served anything edible.
Between the gag-worthy smell wafting from the truck like really bad B.O off of someone that hadn’t showered in a year, but the truck itself wasn’t in the best condition.
Between the rusted, muddy exterior, the missing mirror, and the broken windows, Norman was almost convinced that it wasn’t white vans full of candy that were to fear, it was this food truck.
Though, despite that, he let himself get dragged over to the side of the truck, grimacing at the menu in front of him.
“Baked Loaf of Meat”
“Fried Meat in a Can”
“Tongue-Tied Steak”
“Smiling Soup”
“Sizzling Skins”
And of course, he couldn’t possibly forget the actual vegetarian option: “Sun-dried Freggie Burger”
What in the deeps pits of hell was a freggie burger?
Norman made a face, eyeing the food skeptically. ”Yeah, I’m like ninety-nine percent certain that if we eat anything from this truck, it’ll kill us immediately,” he stated pointed.
Of course by now, Ives has already ordered his food and grinned as the dark haired woman placed what must’ve been the “baked loaf of meat” in front of him.
Grabbing it, Ives turned back to Norman. ”Okay yeah, I get your point, all of this will probably kill us,” he agreed and poked the loaf of meet with a plastic fork.
Norman grimaced when it jiggled.
”But-“ Ives continued and Norman looked back up at him. ”Isn’t that all part of the New York experience? Come on, admit it, you’re a little curious,” he said, smile never leaving his face.
Norman paused for a moment to glance back to food truck.
...Admittedly he was a little curious.
As if sensing that he was getting to him, Ives continued, poking him lightly. ”Come on Nori, I dare you to try it.”
Just like that, Ives had said the magic words.
Norman sighed, sending Ives one last unsure look before walking over to the food truck.
The woman serving the food in question looked down at him expectedly, her black hair held back in a hair tie, eyes piercing into his skull like a panther of sorts. Norman glanced down towards her name tag - something he always did when confronted with situations like this - and read over it.
Nyathera Sabre.
Norman looked back up at her and let out one last defeated sigh.
”One freggie burger, please,” he caved.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 18, 2020 20:58:55 GMT -5
Between the name of the food truck, the way it looked, and the smell coming off it, Tortie was suspicious. Nothing good was going to come from this place, but she was curious. There was no way she wasn’t going to try this food out, and even if it was the worst food to ever exist, it wasn’t going to kill her. If she didn’t die that one time she had found a moldy bologna sandwich right next to a sewer where a bunch of pigeons had been hanging out so the sandwich was not only moldy, but covered in bird poop. She had eaten the whole thing, there was no sense in wasting any kind of food, and she hadn’t had a single problem afterwards. So she’d be fine.
Tortie followed after Norman to the food truck so she could place her order. She looked the menu over, debating on what she would get. They all sounded equally weird and not that appealing, but making a singular decision was still hard.
Which, being indecisive was what helped her make her decision.
Coming up behind Norman Tortie pulled out a wad of cash. ”One of everything,” she exclaimed, waving the money to show the woman she could easily pay for it all.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 18, 2020 22:05:09 GMT -5
Nyathera eyed Tortie for a moment before letting out a tired sigh and heading to the back to make the food.
Norman looked up at Tortie and squinted.
”...I’m going to tell everyone that this is how you died,” he told her simply, brow raised as he looked at the woman.
One of everything was practically begging for death.
”Don’t worry, we’ll plan a Tortie worthy funeral for you,” he added and turned his attention back to the truck as Nyathera came back with his freggie burger.
He muttered a thank you and paid for the meal before walking over to join Ives at a nearby bench, eyeing his food suspiciously.
The freggie burger looked surprisingly normal compared to everything else here.
It held up the appearance of a normal veggie burger, including some lettuce, tomato, and cheese layered on top of it, inside the buns that also looked actually edible.
If this had come from anywhere else, Norman would’ve eaten it happily.
Still, maybe freggie burgers were the one thing this place did right.
If anything, it was worth a try.
With a small shrug, Norman bit into the freggie burger.
As the taste of it hit his tongue, it took everything in his power not to spit it back out.
Now he knew what “freggie” stood for.
A combination of fruit and vegetables in one horrible, disgusting patty.
Already Norman could taste a weird mesh of aging spinach, avocado, banana, kiwi, dragonfruit, Brussel sprouts, and a long list of flavors he couldn’t quite place.
However from there it somehow only got worse.
What he had thought to have been a tomato slice had turned out to be so sort of horribly dyed orange, the cheese had ended up tasting like rubbery cardboard, and the lettuce...well the lettuce was still just lettuce, but it was clearly past it’s recommended expiration date.
If anything, the buns did appear to be normal buns.
Norman glanced over towards Ives to see him grimacing after he shoved a forkful of unidentifiable meat loaf into his mouth and instantly lost his appetite, he looked around for a second before using his napkin to spit it out.
Feeling a little smug, Norman swallowed his mouthful and smirked up at Ives. “Giving up so soon?” He asked teasingly and Ives shot him a look.
”It didn’t taste like any meat I’ve ever had in my life, I don’t trust it,” he explained and grimaced again. ”Besides, a little got down and I swear I nearly threw up and I can’t afford to do that today,” Ives explained with a shake of his head. Then he paused and looked down at Norman. ”You know, you don’t have to finish yours either,” he added, pointing to the freggie burger.
Norman knew that of course.
However he paid for this and it wasn’t like he made a whole lot of money.
So, maintaining eye contact with Ives, Norman shoved the freggie burger into his mouth, taking far too big of a bite, making his cheeks puff out like a squirrel.
Ives grimaced and Norman pushed the rest of the burger into his mouth as well, doing his best not to choke as he chewed and swallowed.
Once it was down, he smirked smugly, way too pleased with himself despite the stomach gurgles that had started up.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 19, 2020 2:12:20 GMT -5
Did Norman really think this was going to kill her? Even if the food was as terrible as she suspected, it wasn’t going to be a death sentence for her. She had a stomach that was made with something stronger than steel and could handle anything she put into it. Even with one of everything going into her system she was going to be just fine. Tortie could trust that more than she trusted this food.
”Do you really think this is what’s going to do me in? Trust me, it’ll take a lot more than this to do the trick, but if it does, I’m holding you to your word that my funeral is going to be awesome. There better be all kinds of snacks, and don’t forget the strippers. Also, I want my funeral to be a rave, there better be a disco ball on my casket or something. Oh! And before I go into the casket you should have my body all sprawled out like some kind of sexy Greek goddess on an ice sculpture. That’ll really put the fun in funeral.” Tortie didn’t want some dumb, boring funeral, she wanted something that nobody would forget. Her final moments before being put six feet under would have people laughing instead of crying, everybody invited would have fun while remembering the life she had lived. It would be a good time, not a bad time.
After Norman had gotten his food, Tortie waited for her turn. She placed her money up for the worker - who was apparently named Nyathera - to get. If she had to be honest, the woman would have been extremely attractive and Tortie would have no problems flirting with her if not for the fact that the food she worked with was sketchy at best. Unfortunately the food lost Nyathera a lot of attraction points, but luckily for her that did mean she would never have to deal with being hit on by Tortie.
It wasn’t too much longer before her food was all brought out. Tortie eyed the food for a moment, noticing just how horrible it all looked, but she shrugged it off and took everything she had ordered with her over to where Norman and Ives were.
Once over there she realized she must have missed something, Norman’s cheeks flared out like balloons and Ives looking like he would much rather be witnessing anything else. As she watched the scene unfold, she took her first bite of what had to be the sizzling skins. The crunch it gave was satisfying, but beyond that everything about it was just...horrible. The taste even made her grimace in disgust, but she was easily able to keep it down and was even able to continue eating the food, her stomach not even once making a move to throw it all back up despite the horrific taste and even worse texture. After getting through most of her sizzling skins she even had the nerve to look at Ives and stick her hand out toward him. ”If you’re not gonna finish it hand it over.” Sure, this food was disgusting and didn’t even seem like actual, edible food, but inedible or not, if it was advertised as food Tortie wasn’t going to let any of it go to waste.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 19, 2020 2:58:52 GMT -5
Okay, Norman had to give her some credit.
It took guts - literally, steel hard guts - to eat all of that food.
Norman trusted his ever so slightly more than the others due to the fact that his didn’t include any extremely sketchy meat, however Tortie didn’t seem to have any problem devouring her entire meal, one of every horrid item on that menu, and then to add the cherry on top, she had the gall to request Ives’ food as well. Norman knew to give credit when credit was due, and in this instance, credit was way more than due.
“You’re utterly insane, but you’ve got guts, I can respect that,” Norman told her, leaning back on the bench and placing his injured leg across his other one.
Ives however, didn’t seem completely convinced that giving Tortie more food was a good idea.
He paused, glancing down at his baked loaf of meat and then looked back to Tortie, hesitantly picking it up and offering it to her. ”I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, this nearly made me throw up, and I’m still not sure what kind of meat it is-“ Before he could continue, Norman grabbed the loaf from him and extended it out to Tortie.
”She already said she wanted it, we might as well let her eat it,” he told Ives and gestured for Tortie to take it, a flicker of excitement lingering in his eyes. ”Besides, if she can keep all of this down, I’ll actually admit I’m impressed,” he added with a smug smirk.
It was funny how quick things could change, just earlier it had been Ives advocating for the food and now he was the one reconsidering it.
This was normal for them though, Ives typically came to his senses after one of his ideas didn’t pay off.
Norman however...well let’s just say he got invested in things a little too easily.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 19, 2020 3:21:10 GMT -5
If there was one thing Tortie was good at it was not wasting food. She was a literal garbage can and she had no problem asking other people for their meals if they didn’t look inclined on finishing their food. She was that person that went up to total strangers in restaurants asking if she could have their leftovers. Most of the time she got a hard “no” for an answer, but jokes on them because she didn’t need permission to eat their food after it was dumped into the garbage.
It was interesting learning that it was her ability to eat and stomach literally anything that earned her some respect from Norman, but she was going to take it without question. Having him on her side for once was nice.
Even if the food was terrible, Tortie happily took what Ives had leftover from his first bite. ”Bet you I can keep all this down plus a second round of whatever all this is,” Tortie challenged as she took Ives’s leftover loaf of meat and crammed it all into her mouth without a second thought. Oh yeah, it was gross and rubbery and just awful, but she managed to swallow it down and keep it down, her stomach not even once turning. ”You think this place serves dessert? I didn’t see anything on the menu, but maybe it’s a secret item,” Tortie mused right before taking a bite of the freggie burger she had ordered for herself, quickly deciding it was still crappy food, but better than the mystery meat options she had tried so far.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 19, 2020 3:44:00 GMT -5
“Deal,” Norman said instantly once Tortie laid out the bet. He wasn’t sure what exactly he had on put on the line here by agreeing to get bet, but if anything he’d give her five dollars and stop complaining that she was there if she managed to keep it all down, that was a good enough victory for all of this.
Then when she mentioned dessert, Norman instantly got up from the bench. ”I’ll go check-“ he started, fully intending to see just how much Tortie actually could keep down when Ives grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back.
”I’m glad you guys are getting along now, but I only wanted to try this place for the experience, it would not be fun if we had to cut this outing short because of a hospital trip,” Ives said, sending a glance back to the truck.
Norman could understand where he was coming from, after all, while Ives enjoyed adventure as much as the next person and definitely wanted to try new things, once he was set on something being a good or bad idea, there was no turning back, and apparently the Mystery Meat Truck had just crossed the line from “good idea to try out and get an experience” and into “bad idea that could ruin their fun” and if anything, now that he actually was having fun, Norman would admit that it probably wasn’t a good idea to test their luck.
Putting his hands up in mock surrender, Norman sat back down. ”Alright, no dessert, what’s next then?” He asked curiously.
When he had contacted Ives about today, Ives had promised him that he had tons of ideas, enough to fill the whole day. From there, Norman had led him take over the planning, he knew nothing of what Ives had next.
Ives shrugged rather casually and rested his head back on the bench. ”Once Tortie is done eating, I figured we could head over to your place, Nori, after all the next actual thing I have planned isn’t something we should do until the evening,” he explained and Norman squinted at him in suspicion.
”...And what exactly do you have planned for later?” He inquired with a raised brow.
Ives lifted his head up from the bench to grin at Norman. ”It’s a surprise~” He said cheerfully, having the nerve to do jazz hands while doing this.
Norman frowned. ”Oh no, the last time I went along with one of your little evening surprises, you ended up with money in your underwear and I somehow had my wallet stolen-“ he started and pointed an accusatory finger at his friend. ”I am not getting hired on for a one night strip club again, Ives, I swear-“ At that point, Ives cut him off with a chuckle.
”Dude that was one time,” he said with a laugh, shaking his head. ”Don’t worry though, that’s not the surprise this time,” he promised and before Norman could further question just what this surprise was then, Ives had turned his attention to Tortie instead. ”Tortie, you almost done?” He asked, leaving no room to continue the conversation he and Norman had previously been having.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 19, 2020 4:13:48 GMT -5
Even though Tortie had no idea what was at stake here with the bets, she was more than willing to take it. Plus she knew there was no way she was going to lose, so no matter what she was going to be the winner here. Norman was just going to have to get over himself when he lost.
Sadly, though, the bet seemed like it was called off before it could even really get started. And it seemed like she wasn’t going to find out if the Mystery Meat Truck served dessert on some secret menu. She huffed, giving a quick look toward Ives to let him know she wasn’t happy with his decision to stop them just when it was starting to get fun. ”I didn’t take you as the kind to ruin fun. That’s a real bummer to find out,” she sighed right before taking a bite of her freggie burger. It was still gross, but better than anything else she had so far from the Mystery Meat Truck, and it wasn’t long before that too was completely devoured.
While Norman and Ives had their own little discussion, Tortie took the time to finish the rest of her meal. Every single item was absolutely disgusting, but none of the food went to waste. There was nothing left, and by the end of it the freggie burger had stayed on top as the number one item. Maybe the Mystery Meat Truck needed to change gears and focus on vegetarian foods more than meat. That could be something she put in her review for later because it wasn’t long after she had finished that she tuned back in to the conversation Ives and Norman was having, and of course she jumped in on the part about one time strippers.
”We’re not gonna strip?” Tortie whined. ”I’m tired of being in these stuffy work clothes, and I’m way too good of a stripper to sit around in my clothes all night. Norman, vouch for me, I’m better without clothes.” It was a dumb move to try and get Norman to vouch for her on this kind of topic, but it was worth a shot.
When asked if she was almost finished eating, she nodded. ”Yeah, I’m finished. I understand why that place is the worst on the list.” Nothing about their food was delicious, but at least she could say the experience was memorable.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 19, 2020 4:19:19 GMT -5
Yes, it is true that normally Val would vehemently deny that she was crushing on TJ. And if any of the others asked her, she still would. But she needed help right now and to do that she had to tell Roswell the truth. She hated it, but it was necessary if she wanted her problem to go away.
She thought about what Roswell said. It was indeed true that Callie and Tortie had managed to stay friends after their casual relationship about a year ago had ended. It was crazy to use Callie and Tortie as an example of anything, especially since neither of them ever really did anything the normal way, but Val supposed Roswell had a point. It was indeed possible to stay friends, even if you weren’t Callie and Tortie. She and TJ were both mature adults, after all.
“You have a point,” she acknowledged
Plus, it was hard to be a detective and date. It was an unpredictable job, sometimes involving long hours or dangerous situations. People who weren’t detectives didn’t really understand the thrill of a case, or when Val was super preoccupied with a case and distracted from anything else but work. Maybe the only person who would understand would be another detective.
Her dating history had mainly been online dates - which she kept very quiet from the rest of the precinct - and they very rarely went well. She’d only been on a handful of second dates and of those none had gone much further than that. She’d never really had a long term relationship, which definitely kind of made it seem like her approach to romance wasn’t that healthy. She needed it to change. She kept pretty much everything about her romantic life from the rest of the precinct, which was probably why Roswell looked kind of surprised that she was talking to him.
But for now she had to get back to work. Hazel would not be happy if Val spent ages away from her desk. Not only that, but she was keeping Roswell from his work too.
“Okay, thanks,” she said “oh, and if you tell anyone what we talked about, I’ll break your leg.”
With that, she pushed the door open and let Roswell head out first, before following him back into the bullpen and taking a seat at her desk to look at the case file again. She had a lot to think about now, like did she genuinely like TJ? Should she ask him out? How should she ask him out?
And was Roswell any good at keeping secrets?
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 19, 2020 4:32:09 GMT -5
It wasn’t every day he was told he had a point. And it especially wasn’t every day that he was told he had a point from Val.
The pride he had for himself in that moment was visible on his face as a smile tugged at his lips. He felt accomplished for once, like he had just solved a really difficult case. Of course, he knew that one therapy session that last maybe all of ten minutes wasn’t going to be the cure all for Val, or for anybody really, but maybe he had done something right and now his fellow detective could feel a little more secure in her feelings. If she even felt a tinge bit better then Roswell would call it a victory.
Of course, it wasn’t long before the intimidating Val returned.
That proud smile of his faded and was replaced with a worried grimace. He had no intentions on telling anybody what Val had just shared with him, but that didn’t make her threat any less nerve wracking, especially since he knew she’d go through with it. ”Understood,” he answered back shakily.
Regardless of the slight fear he had for his legs, Roswell managed a quick, ”If you need anything else, I’m here,” toward Val before they departed ways. Roswell wanted Val to know that he was always there when she needed it, and even if he couldn’t offer sound advice he could at least be somebody there to listen.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 19, 2020 4:54:33 GMT -5
Missy was chatting with her siblings and waiting for Callie, who had seated them in the break room for a little while she finished her work.
“Okay, but that Kaminski guy was kind of cute,” Missy commented “I told him Callie has my number”
“Please, I’ve got heels higher than your standards,” Lola signed with a roll of her eyes
Lola hadn’t actually really seen TJ, of course, so she didn’t know who Missy was talking about. But she clearly just felt like making that comment anyway.
“Screw you, Olympia,” Missy huffed
Callie’s captain appeared in the doorway, introducing herself and taking a seat to join the siblings. She seemed like a nice enough lady, though Missy could sense Lola cringing internally a little at Captain Wynn’s slightly unsure use of the word ‘chill’.
“Nice to meet you, Hazel,” Jason greeted with a smile “I’m Jason, and these two are Missy and Lola.”
Jason was usually the one who introduced the siblings in situations like this, because honestly he was the most sensible and mature of the group and introductions when left to the others, especially Callie or Missy, tended to go a little off the rails.
It was at that moment that Callie appeared in the doorway again.
“I’m all done,” she said, “sorry, I had paperwork to finish.”
Callie had been kind of behind on paperwork - because she hated it - so she’d been working hard to catch up recently. Mainly because Hazel had told her to. Something about the rules and needing to actually record when you arrest someone.
That’s when Callie noticed Hazel sitting among her siblings.
“Oh, Hazel!” she greeted “what’s up? I see you met my siblings.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 19, 2020 15:50:48 GMT -5
Norman resisted the urge to laugh when Ives’ face contorted into something of disbelief when Tortie said he had ruined the fun. ”But-I-I am not a party pooper,” Ives objected. ”I’m a party...whatever-the-opposite-of-pooping-is-“ he paused for a second, clearly thinking of over, and then with a grin, Ives continued. ”A party pee-er!” he said triumphantly.
Norman cringed slightly and shook his head. ”Ives buddy, no.”
Ives moved on quickly, doing a flappy hand gesture. ”Point is-“ he started. ”I start the parties, I don’t ruin them, I just...I don’t wanna risk having to end the party now because of food poisoning or something,” he explained with a small nod of his head.
Norman gave Ives a pat on the arm. ”You’re very fun,” he reassured and glanced back over towards Tortie when she brought up stripping. ”Tortie, I’m still horribly and utterly scarred from the last time I saw you in your underwear,” he told her pointedly, dragging out his words to emphasize just how traumatizing that had been.
Ives perked up at that. ”Okay, I’m gonna need that story: pronto,” he said, looking from Norman to Tortie.
Norman shook his head. ”Please no, I do not wanna relive that again.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 19, 2020 16:03:54 GMT -5
Jason, Missy, and Lola.
Hazel could remember that.
She liked to think she was pretty good at remembering names, after all she knew everyone in the precinct’s names and called them by them as well, and that wasn’t just for the people on the fourth floor, it was for the entire precinct.
She figured it made her a better captain if she actually knew by name everyone she was the captain of, and put in that effort to try and really get to know them. There were some very interesting people in the precinct.
Which reminded her that she had scheduled lunch with officer Harts - otherwise known as Alistair - for tomorrow, she should probably put that into her calendar.
Point bring, she was pretty good with names and she was positive she could remember Jason, Missy, and Lola.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you all-“ Hazel started, pausing once Callie entered the break room. ”Hey Callie, good job on getting that paperwork done,” Hazel congratulated, looking back to the other Dawson siblings. ”Yeah I figured I should introduce myself, plus I wanted to let them know that they’re welcome at the 99,” Hazel explained simply.
However, as a thought came to her, she did pause. ”But I can leave now, I don’t wanna get in the way of this little reunion,” she said and gestured back to the door.
Sometimes when you were with family, you didn’t want someone tagging along. Especially not your boss, Hazel could understand that.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 19, 2020 16:14:03 GMT -5
It was a good thing that Ives had beat Tortie to figuring out what the opposite of a party pooper was. A party peeer being the opposite of a party pooper did make sense now that it had been said aloud, but it wasn’t what Tortie would have gone with. She would have gone with something a bit more like party throw upper, but she could agree with what Ives had come up with.
All of that was pushed to the side when the topic changed and Norman had to get all dramatic about having seen Tortie in nothing but underwear at one point. He was acting like it was the worst thing to ever happen to him, and Tortie knew there was no way seeing her without a shirt and pants was the worst thing to ever happen to him. Usually that would be the best thing to happen to people.
Tortie crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at his dramatics. ”Oh hush, it wasn’t that bad.” She then glanced over at Ives, a mischievous smirk now on her face. If he wanted to know what happened then she was going to tell him regardless if that was what Norman wanted or not. ”Oh, you know, I went out for a snack one night, didn’t wanna put any actual clothes on since I was already comfortable without any, but apparently you can’t get cherries from Wal-Mart at 4am without people filing complaints that then leads to your cousin and his partner investigating and finding you. I wasn’t doing anything bad.” Of course she didn’t mention the fact she hadn’t paid for the cherries, but listen, who was going to miss one bag of cherries? The real crime in that situation was people thinking she was something to complain about that night.
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 19, 2020 22:50:26 GMT -5
Well, that was certainly one reason to get excited over a case. Jules couldn't say he was the best or biggest fan of the Fast and Furious movies, not really the largest fan of action movies when it came down to it. Honestly, the only reason to watch them was in the hopes of some pretty people on screen. But really, he preferred action in the real life and not just on screen.
But, if TJ was excited, Jules certainly wouldn't try to put that down. He nodded lightly, "Sure, yeah, what you said. Can't say what our luck is on actually racing though, we're there to observe and make sure what they're doing is illegal and catch them on it." Which was a shame given how much fun it would be to go and beat everyone's butts at a race.
Once upon a time ago, Jules had wanted to try his hand at illegal racing. But a stubborn older sister had something to say against that and was willing to pull him by ear back home... him and his best friend who was fairly encouraging of the whole mess, but was more willing (and more intelligent) to listen to Emily.
But now, there was something of an opportunity possibility that they, Jules and TJ, could somehow join in if TJ was determined to race as well.
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 19, 2020 22:50:43 GMT -5
In some aspect, she would it lightly amusing that Jules had been worried about new secrets, but she nor Jules had expected it to be quite that depressing. That was what turned the coincidence from amusing to only lightly. She was fairly certain Jules hadn't even realized that anyhow.
Still, she was somewhat wandering the office now given people seemed to be busy all around. Norman and Tortie had left with a friend, Jules and TJ looked to be doing work now, Hazel seemed to want to meet Callie's family, which Cat was tempted to try and meet later on. Eventually. Val and Roswell weren't obviously in the same room, but it was probably important whatever it was.
Hearing her name, Cat turned easily enough towards N in curiosity. Upon the question, her eyes flickered over towards where Callie had brought her family to hang out. With a feeling that there wasn't much Cat could do with her partner today given she was likely going to be busy with said family business, she turned her attention back to N.
With a smile, she shook her head no. "Not busy, what do you need?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 19, 2020 23:51:35 GMT -5
Norman raised his brow and sent Tortie a look. ”You’re forgetting the part where you stole the cherries and were in violation of disorderly conduct, and very close to be in violation of indecent exposure too,” He told her pointedly, getting up from the bench. ”I’m just saying, you’re way underselling the story, it’s a good thing you did have underwear on or else you would’ve violated a whole lot of other laws as well,” he informed.
Ives nodded along with a sense of understanding on his face. “Oh man, I feel that, one time I was super frazzled in the morning and running late for a gig, so I started driving and I guess I was speeding a little because I got pulled over and the guy was all like ‘do you know how fast you were goin-where are your pants?!?” Ives explained with a small shake of his head. “In my hurry, I forgot to put pants on, but like, I had on my trunks, it wasn’t like I was showing anything off,” he continued, standing up as well and gesturing for Tortie to follow him towards the car. ”The cop overreacted,” Ives said and huffed slightly, folding his arms. ”He acted so high and mighty just because he’d never been caught driving without pants.”
Norman had heard this story already, so he trailed behind the two of them, paying close attention to his foot and making sure he wasn’t putting too much pressure on it. He hated to admit it, but Hazel was right, he should’ve rested more instead of making it worse.
But it was awfully hard to rest when resting was so...quiet and left way too much room for thought to sneak in, not to mention he had a competition to win. He wouldn’t even have taken today off unless he had to.
Pausing once the pain flared up again, Norman crouched down and gently prodded around the boot, something in the corner of his eyes catching his attention.
Norman glanced behind him to see a man with dark skin and similar features to Nyathera walk into the food truck.
He raised his brow slightly and watched as the truck drove off, shaking it off as he got back up to his feet and followed after Ives and Tortie.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 20, 2020 2:55:06 GMT -5
By now TJ was sort of zoned out.
He had already had some interesting cases so far, even done to his first one at the 99.
However this was different.
This was as close to a Fast and Furious case as he could get.
“I hope there’s a car chase,” TJ mused out loud.
If he was being completely honest here, he had always wanted to be in an actual car chase. There was just something about the thought of speeding down the highway, driving after a criminal on the run, it was like the ultimate action movie scene that he could realistically actually be in...potentially. Whenever he fantasied about it, things got a little unrealistic but that was kind of the point of fantasies.
Nodding along absentmindedly when Jules mentioned that they probably wouldn’t actually get to race, TJ got up. “Uh-huh, yeah-“ He agreed without really paying much attention, still lost in the thought of where this case might go.
Then suddenly an idea came to him and he let out an excited gasp, clapping his hands together as he beamed over at Jules. “Are we going to need disguises?” He questioned, way too happy about all of this.
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