mitochondriaaya | Ah, fundraisers

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Ah, fundraisers

Who: Most Aya's precinct, high society
When: Policeman's ball, early April
What: The cream of the city cop crop rubs elbows with people to raise money for operational expenditures. Or something. Yeah. Cops in monkeysuits and dresses.

"Thank you for your donation, the precinct appreciates your support," Aya noted, the smile on her face feeling more like concrete gritting together than anything normal to a face. It was Roger, naturally. The Attorney General's son, and he always found her at these damn events.

Every.

Single.

Time.

And Danny was walled away by a wave of black clad suits because last time he'd almost decked the kid.

Hell, she was close to that herself, and she'd said thank you seven times now while he tried, again, to push for favors due to donating.

Or dates. It wasn't a favor if she'd just date him, right?

He was honestly getting creepier, in an earnest puppy kind of way, somehow he'd found out she liked opera. He had box seats, wasn't that worth a date? She was honestly almost regretting the case close rate she had that landed her at these events now. Almost.

"Thank you," she gritted again, and thankfully she felt her captain's hand on her shoulder as he cut in to also thank the boy and steer her away from the corner he'd been backing her into. "About time," she near whispered.

"Sorry, I was talking to, ah, yes, this man. Aya, meet Yinsi Mains-Terwood, this is the first ball he's made it to, he and his wife split their time between their home and New York here...Yinsi? Aya, or youngest detective." He was...quite proud of the girl honestly. She wasn't exactly a mascot for the entire precinct, but she wasn't exactly not either.

Aya's smile was slightly more natural now as she relaxed a bit, "take it with a grain of salt, there was extenuating circumstances." Or rather the whole precinct had distinguished themselves over the Brooklyn Bridge riot affair and the Mayor had asked why she wasn't a detective yet and such but still...this Yinsi guy was a nice change from Roger.

If she was lucky some of the boys were going to carefully edge that boy OUT of the damn ball entirely hmmm? They tended to swarm in when she wasn't looking, weird older brother types the lot of them (minus Danny, he was very much a dad type).

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"Friend and colleague." he agreed, "He's another of Ansem's men."

Ah, belated name clicking? Yes.

Oh shit, Ansem team. That was a LOT more high profile than they were expecting at a ball like this, "don't say that too loudly," she laughed, mock-whispering, "Pierce will fanboy."

"That'd be the computer guy in the sunglasses?" Dilan said with amusement, "I've signed three napkins, a champagne glass, and a small rubber duck that he had in a pocket so far."

"Yes, that's him contained," she snickered. "Once it's officially out in the open he gets ridiculous."

"Got it." he said with another of those long, brilliant laughs. "I'll keep it quiet. It's kind of nice to be here where it's not a focus."

"My boys are a great group to hide behind for a while," she promised easily. "Grumpy but solid. By rights we probably should have lost Pierce to a bigger outfit, I think it's the fanboying that keeps him safe..."

"Or loyalty. He seems like a very loyal person." the big man pointed out, "As for hiding behind people...well. It's a nice thought, but I'm a little big for that. Hard to miss."

"Mmm, possibly, we still have bets going on black vans showing up to kidnap him," she chuckled softly. She was very fond of her friend though by the tone? "And you'd be surprised what they manage when motivated!" They could hide a Dilan!

Utterly!

If he cooperated anyway!

"Nah." Dilan said with a grin, "We don't do black vans anymore. Now we kidnap people in black limos. Much less likely for them to run away later."

She blinked at him then laughed, honestly amused, "he'd run honestly. Flat out run, a black van he'd giggle I think..."

"Kupooo~" Mog agreed, drifting up at the laughter. She was wearing the barest fringe of a black skirt as evening wear? "/Who did you find that you're telling Pierce's secrets to already?/"

"Ah, Dilan, meet Detective Mog, Vice," she grinned.

"Bah. I could catch him. I'm like a foot taller than he is, and I probably work out more." He dipped his head in a nod to Mog, "/I am Dilan. A pleasure to meet you, Detective Mog./"

"Yes, but then he'd flail and it would get really awkward to stuff him in a limo..." she was going to end up giggling if she looked at Pierce so noooope, luckily Dilan was excellent to look at!

"/Ohhhhhh and he speaks moogle!/" Mog thrilled happily. "Where were you last ball?!/"

"He's half-human, that's more durable than Braig and I can ball Braig up pretty well. Just tuck him into a ball, under an arm, and go." he grinned down at her, eyes sparkling. "/Ahh...this time last year I was, hmm. Spain, I think. Yes, Spain. Bad flu that was trying to hop species lines between Olia and Moogle./"

"You say that like he doesn't automatically awkward like he's got fifteen elbows..." there would be no ball, or maybe a ball shoved full of pencils...

"/OH, hmm, good reason I suppose. Forgiven!/" yes, she was teasing!

Dilan laughed again, loud and long, "See, now you've gotta come with me and try it. You've got my competitive streak going."

He grinned at Mog, too, and nodded, "/Mom and dad did tell me that if there wasn't another potential pandemic I had to be here tonight, though./"

"I can take pictures, easy..." Pierce was doomed. Very doomed. "He'll demand compensation...for his maligned dignity or something."

"/Start planning a meal now?/" Mog offered to Aya wryly. "/And thank you for being here! We always need more useful people at these things!/" she could say things like that given how few spoke moonless honestly.

Aya seriously considered swatting her friend because if she had to behave everyone did!

"I'll get him a tour of the computer labs." Dilan promised, "Maybe even some swag." By 'swag' he meant 'experimental memory chips to play with'.

"/Hmmm. I could plan a meal. You'll have to tell me what the two of you eat, though./" He never promised not to flirt with the Moogle!

"Not from you!" Aya laughed. "But from the best friends...there's a video game night in our future at this rate..."

"/And that's why you don't get to cook,/" Mog giggled.

"Well...for Pierce anyway..." Aya mused.

"/You'll both be missing something if he doesn't cook./" Braig said as he floated past with another cop in tow. The cop looked both confused and amused at the entire situation. "/My man is a hell of a cook./"

Dilan chortled and shrugged, "/Braig is prejudiced./ Ah, well. I can provide video games that aren't on the market yet..."

"Way to go Wayne!" Aya chuckled at the shellshocked cop. The cage boy needed a bit more random fun in his life (as opposed to the cage man, Torres, who was allowed his 'no you can't make me attend' statement). "'Is that an official 'please ask us to attend an apology night to Pierce after we terrorize him due to your teasing' statement?/" Aya laughed, grinning.

"/Pierce needs more terror in his life since he ate that last city hacker.../" Mog cheered. "/There's room for...two? Guests and Pierce at the apartment!/" Obviously if Dilan had a boyfriend it'd be rude to invite only one, and if they were just really close friends it was still fun to invite!

Wayne gave a thumbs up before being swirled away. It was a baffled thumbs up, but there it was. "/Well, it's an official offer to feed you at some point, anyway./" Dilan half-trilled with a silly littl prrrp! noise tacked to the end. "/Pierce as well, if I actually get to kidnap him./"

"/Well, I do like food.../" Mog trilled, giggling enough to bob a bit. "/But the Pierce kidnapping is happening. IT MUST HAPPEN./"

"/Obviously,/" Aya snickered.

"/Braig and I do have a limo.../" Dilan mused, "/for tonight, I mean. We don't swan around in a limo most of the time. That's a little extra even for us./"

"/It'd be more comfortable for you, though, dude./" Braig called out, trading Wayne for a society matron at least a seventy years his senior.

"/Get the card? We'll call upon it again!/" Mog giggled. Once they had things properly planned (and when the girls could help pay for it).

Wayne spun back to the small knot of die hard cops just to catch his equilibrium again, though judging by the look Pierce was shooting across the floor, well, he'd MAYBE overheard plotting? Or assumed plotting...one or the other!

"/Got it memorized./" Dilan swore, spinning Aya despite the fact that it wasn't exactly that kind of song.

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