mitochondriaaya | 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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"/We'll kidnap him for movies./" Dilan said, passing Aya off to Braig and grabbing Rodger by the arm and hip to swirl the human man into a dance. His grip was firm enough that the other man would have to work to get out of it.

Braig, meanwhile, smiled at Aya and said, "Dilan is excellent at getting people to leave his people alone."

"/Excellent,/" Mog laughed again then got snagged by Pierce in an attempt at grilling about plots!

Aya slipped easily into Braig's rhythm and sighed, "only at events like this. He keeps his distance in normal life."

"That's for the best." Braig said as he danced. He was just as good as Dilan, but a bit more aggressive in the leading. Small man syndrome, a bit.

"It avoids restraining orders," she agreed grimly. She was never going to win a dancing competition, but she was athletic and well able to follow a lead? It was nice to just relax and dance a bit honestly...

Braig was happy to dance with her right up to the point Dilan freaked Rodger out enough that he fled. Then he pulled them to a smooth stop near the big man and said, "Ugh. I've had to get a couple of those. Never fun."

"Hmmm?"

"Restraining orders."

"Ugh. Don't remind me."

"I've avoided them thus far, but I think it's because my doorman is a saint." Who took his job seriously and was fond of the girls on the upper floor.

"I can't imagine adding your standing to that risk, has to be a nightmare, " she winced.

"Like, the occasional woman who won't take no for an answer, that's...it sucks, but happens."

"It's the paparazzi that get to us." Dilan sighed, "They go way too far."

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Yes, that earned a darting glance around, the Policeman's Ball was a society event, but they tended to keep paparazzi out thankfully.

Didn't mean she didn't check because yeaaaah no.

No way in hell.

"Sorry to hear that on both counts."

"Which, I suppose, is a warning." Dilan said as he snagged a tray of tasty things from a waiter and held it for the three of them, "Hang out with us and, eventually, your photo will show up in a trashy magazine."

"...which could be an actual problem she admitted, shamelessly taking offered food. She had a metabolism okay?! "Vice does request me at need for undercover work. Not more then every other month or so but a lot of their teams got burned last year."

"The risk is real." Dilan said with a sigh. Braig nodded, "It'd be a shame if we couldn't hang, though, so far you seem cool."

"The risk is always real," she admitted wryly. "...and you share an opinion with my partner's eight year old," she laughed at that.

Cool.

Yes.

Cool.

"Sounds like a smart kid." Braig said, laughing. He saw that look on Aya's face.

Dilan said, with a sigh, "He talks like that because it gives reporters conniptions."

"It's not a bad thing, just not something I knew I aspired to!" She laughed. Being cool was funny, even if coming way past school when it would have been useful.

"Only the hacks I assume, proper reporters have nerves of steel."

Braig just grinned, also shoving food in his mouth. Dilan said, "Actually the ones who deal with it the least well are the grizzled veteran science reporters."

"...I don't think I've met that subtype," she admitted, considering. "My bad!" Obviously!

Also racing to clear the tray? Yes.

The tray disappeared rapidly, alas, and Dilan offered the empty to another passing waiter. "We deal with a lot of those."

"If a case leads that way I'll have to talk to one!" She grinned. "Could be fun!"

"I sincerely hope," Braig said, "that there is never a crime so spectacular that a member of homicide needs to talk to someone in our scientific neck of the woods."

Dilan agreed, "It's pretty rare that things go that badly around our type...and vaguely worrisome on the 'world ending question mark' scale."

"I was thinking more along the lines of cornering a lingering reporter after needing a really obscure science question answered by an expert," she admitted. "Sorry to worry you."

"Oh, that's easy." Braig said with relief, "Yeah, that'll probably happen if you come talk to us while at work."

"We all try to avoid world ending sce-" she winced at the sharp whistle that cut across the dance floor.

"Brea, we're up!"

Aya sighed, "sorry, call came in apparently." Judging by Danny wading out to meet them.

The boys stepped back from her instantly. Not out of guilt, or anything stupid like that, merely to get out of her way so she could meet her partner and go.

"May I get your number from Mog?" Dilan asked, cheerfully.

The man meeting Aya sized the boys up, the respectful distance, and the annoying man child looking apoplectic at the edge of the dance floor then grinned, "well well." Passing the boys Aya's contact card? Yes. "Let's move Brea!"

"Yes yes, glad I have a change of clothes in the car," she gave the boys a distracted smile and waved cheerfully at Mog yes.

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