mitochondriaaya | (no subject)

Aya shifted her head on the desk just far enough so she could see the clock. Eleven is what the numbers told her. Five hours after she was suppose to be home. After she was suppose to be home and...and...entertaining? That was a good word for it. Even her mind was shying away from the reality of dating Dilan.

And here she was standing him up.

Of course, he had a key to her place, always had but...she was suppose to be home. It didn't matter that she knew, logically, that he could make himself comfortable regardless just...gah.

Gah.

Gah.

She was going to put a dent in her desk with all the head thumping she did. "Just...call him Brea." she muttered at herself, ignoring the pointed looks the deputies were shooting her through the open door. "Call him and explain." and hope he didn't...high tail it? Give up? Come to his senses?

Fuck.

This? Was going to hurt. Somehow, some way..it was just going to. She knew it, because her dating luck trumped his and...and...

...and she needed to call him.

She didn't bother looking at the keypad, just dialed his cell by heart and laid the receiver next to her ear on the desk. "Ummm, so, that Dalton/Harris feud escalated this evening..." she began the moment she heard his end click on. Best to spit it out right?

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From:

sliceitwithwind

"I figured it was something like that." He says quietly, "Don't worry about it, Aya."

From:

mitochondriaaya

She blinked, eyelashes scraping against the wood of her desk, then sighed "Too late. It's driving me nuts and I'm tempted to just send Dalton out to get shot so I can go home..." because she was suppose to be there.

"I...want to do breakfast instead? If I get out of here?"

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Sure, babe. After you wake up." Dilan says quietly, "I'll make something for you."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"As son we can figure out something to charge this guy with I'll head home and get to bed alright? Then I'll actually be up in the breakfast hours..." she mused, lifting her head from the desk to glare out through her door. "We still on for a movie at least or did you have plans for the daylight hours?"

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Public nu- news- annoyance?" every now and then he runs into a word that he just can't say. Every now and then.

From:

mitochondriaaya

Luckily, she knew him. Else she'd have had a screaming panic attack about driving him to drink on their first date...yeah. Luckily. "No one heard anything. No one saw anything. No one will file a report about noise or the like. He turned himself in because apparently the precinct is safer..." oh, yeah, she was frustrated.

"On the plus side that damn apple tree is gone now. No more kids breaking bones as they dare each other to climb the dead parts." and it was almost all dead parts!

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Want me to come down? He can hit me, I can press charges, everyone goes home."

He's not joking.

Much.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"................why didn't we think of that?" she asked at last. No, really, why not? Sure, assaulting a police officer was a worse offense, but someone was off the clock and just hanging around for fun, right?

"You're a genius! Ummm, do you really want to come down here? I don't think Pierce is on the clock, we can get him punched..."

Said man was now coming to lean in her doorway, Chinese takeout in his hands as he grinned "What, and end the fun? No way, this is great! Come on, it's not like you had anything to do tonight either!"

Aya lifted her head entirely and glared at her friend, covering the mouthpiece of the phone "Actually, I had a date."

Pierce slurped up his mouthful of noodles, near choking, then grinned "Oh, a date date? Damn, well then...you're screwed. I don't like getting hit. I brought Chinese?"

From:

sliceitwithwind

"I'll be there in ten." Dilan says, hanging up on her.

And about ten minutes later there was, in fact, a large man looking around for the guy keeping him from his date.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"No, a date like you're not picking up a tourist?" Pierce was pestering Aya as she was trying to explain to their current headache about hitting Dilan. "I'm proud of you! He's gotta be local huh? Hmmm..."

Aya just rolled her eyes and reached across a few desks for processing paperwork "I'm not that bad Pierce. Can it. And here's the man of the hour! Jehm, here's your jail ticket."

Jehm stood from the chair he'd been huddled in and smiled "Dilan! Good to see you boy! Mrs. May wants to shoot me..."

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Understood, Jehm. Now I'm just going to turn my back on you, see, while I talk to my date. I'm completely on edge and ready to press charges if anything else goes wrong."

What? It's not like he can give permission and then press charges!

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Shit, you've got a date too?" Pierce sighed and thunked his bag of Chinese on Aya's desk. "I don't get to kidnap anyone tonight?" well, that bit.

"I'm real sorry Dilan" Jehm sighed, balled up his fist, and slugged Dilan's shoulder without further ado.

Waaaait..."Oh...wait, what?" Pierce squawked "You're talking to your date?!"

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Sheriff, I'd like to press charges for assault." Not that it's even going to bruise him, but it's the thought that counts. "Yeah, Pierce, I'm taking Aya on a date."

Glare.

GLAAAAAREEEE.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Well, umm, I asked." Aya clarified, not quite beet red but certainly blushing as she passed Dilan the proper papers to sign. They were all filled out, just lacking that one important thing! "He said yes." see the smile?

Danny cheerfully escorted Jehm back to the holding cells as Pierce just staaaaaared.

And staaaaaaaaaared.

"Ummm, well, about time." he allowed grudgingly.

From:

sliceitwithwind

Dilan signs several times, on all the lines.

Then he shrugs kind of awkwardly. Aya date.

From:

mitochondriaaya

Pierce caught that awkward. "Date date or hanging out date? Cause, you know, we can all hang out." he noted through narrowed eyes.

"Ummm..." Aya shuffled the papers together put them in a file folder. "I don't know." It really depended on how things went?

From:

sliceitwithwind

"You're not invited." simply, to Pierce, "We'll let you know how it goes."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Whoa, whoa..." Pierce held up his hands in surrender "I was just offering!" cause this weird pair seemed to not have anything planned out? Or thought through?

"Yeah yeah." Aya gave a lopsided smile as she stood from her desk and stretched "Invite Danny and Ben over, kid'll like video games. I think we're all set here. Dilan? Ready to go?"

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Yup. Shall we?" Dilan offers his hand, after a second.

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Yeah...yeah." she took his hand after a moment, offering a reassuring squeeze as the lingering cops offered their good nights. Or good lucks.

"So....what did we actually kind of plan?"

From:

sliceitwithwind

"Dinner and a film?" he says after a second, "No real plan."

From:

mitochondriaaya

"Well, if you're still up for it that sounds good." she admitted with a small laugh. "We could catch the late show of whatever down the street or make a dash for the video place..."