Jun. 8th, 2012

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Aya checked her hair and grimaced as she eyed the jewelry for tonight. Darlene, sadly, had no taste. Which meant her jewelry was cheap, shiny, and loud. But, this being her 'day off' and Kyle 'taking her out' to another bar, well, she'd dress up a little.

The locket with Janna's picture was on a long enough chain to dangle mostly-inside her shirt, but atop that Aya layered three more rhinestone chains, one with the obligatory jeweled cherries, and the earrings were large, fake diamonds.

Tight jeans, tight top, high heeled boot sand she was good to go. Not 'flirting' gear as Darlene would label it, but dressing up gear at least. After all, Kyle had hinted this place had dancing. Dancing and alcohol pretty much promised a good chance to wiggle thoughts into Kyle's head and to get him to open up some.

She was totally going to end up at the boy's apartment tonight but that was about what they expected. She did feel better knowing they were home and listening though.

Right on time Kyle's fist thudded on her door. "And it's go time," she breathed mock-cheerfully.

The place was not upscale. It was a club though, so nicer than the cop bars she'd been dragged to and shown around at. This was, apparently, a cop club, or at least a club that ignored the cops when they came en masse.

Kyle was edgy at first, glancing around, jerking when he caught people dressed in leather walking by, that gave her the opening she needed. "Hey, Kyle? Breaker bother you? You've been jumpy around him..."

Kyle turned his head back to Darlene and offered a smile, leaning in close to be heard over the pounding music. "Nah, I can handle him. Just hard to picture him as a fairy you know?"

"Damn dangerous fairy," Darlene noted soberly. "You know how he got his name right? It's gotta be in the files somewhere..."

Uh oh. This was probably something Kyle didn't want to know but...hell, he had to. "No, nothing but skull busting in those files you know?"

"Oh!" she gave a startled, nervous little laugh. "I see..." that was a problem. Her partner could have gotten himself into hot water without knowing it. She leaned in closer too, hugging her arms across her chest. "He's a good enough guy for what he does, but he got the name Breaker because there's just...nothing between fucking and fighting for him you know? It's all sexy to him. His lovers like it rough, real rough. So does he. Be careful around him alright?"

"Me? Why?" Kyle arched an eyebrow and smirked. "It's not like dealing with Breaker is my department, he'll get himself pulled off the street some day by another team and..."

"Not what I meant Kyle! You listen to me!" she swatted his shoulder, worried. "You're his type you know?! And yeah, you look good in tight pants but what if he thinks you're flirting?"

"I don't swing that way," Kyle shrugged, grinning. "I'm only interested in the gentler sex you know?" Then, naturally, "I look good?"

"Oh, you're fishing for compliments now? Fine, see if I worry about you again." She snorted, grabbed her drink and walked to another table in annoyance. That was Darlene. If someone pushed, if they demanded, she ran or pushed back. Besides, a breather was good.

It gave Kyle time to stew and mutter, then finally come trailing over. "Hey, Darlene, I'm sorry! You're right to be worried alright? I'll keep an eye on Breaker. C'mon, I said sorry..."

Darlene sniffed and tossed her drink back. "I'm dry."

"I'm on it." Kyle grinned and went to go grab more drinks. Time for Darlene to slip away and dance for a bit. Darlene enjoyed dancing, she was good at it, and better she knew she was damn hot when she danced. Kyle actually ended up pulling a few people off the floor when they looked like they were getting too close to his partner. That was...an interesting development. She'd pegged Kyle as a 'get in and dance close' sort rather than a 'make a clear space and watch' sort.

Strange.

And then there was more drinking. Kyle was going heavy on the drinks tonight. Not unexpected but still...she had to make sure he was drinking too or even her mitochondrial metabolism was going to get swamped. Finally though, it came down to 'Hey, what do you see in that guy?'.

Ah, fun times.

Darlene blinked and kicked her feet up on the bench next to Kyle, physical nearness with a table still between them. "He...he's a good guy Kyle."

Kyle's face darkened, "He's a dealer Darlene. That's the opposite of good."

Darlene winced and hung her head a little, "Yeah, but as dealer's go he's good? Never cuts his shit, never hurts his girls. Best you get on the street, you've seen the types that normally run. Hell, he coulda just dumped me when he found me you know? I...I had some bad shit." She was messed up six ways to Sunday and should have gone to a hospital, except then her precinct would have found out.

"Darlene, he saw you were a cop! Who wouldn't want a cop owing them?"

She shook her head stubbornly. "No, he doesn't ask for favors." She just did them sometimes when she thought no one was looking. Totally her own fault there. "He just...liked me." Even now. It was a wistful admission.

"Well, you're likeable," Kyle allowed, reaching down to pat her ankles. "But you really need to shake him."

She nibbled her lip and twirled her glass. "He's a good father Kyle. And he helps me be better. He wants me to marry him you know?" Yeah, wavering.

"And? Good for the kid doesn't necessarily mean good for you Darlene." Even drunk he managed to add a bit of smarm to that. He had something better to offer, naturally.

"...I told him no." She was almost crying, there was a catch in her voice. "Always told him no because I wasn't better yet you know?" Kyle was going to get the whole story now, poor Kyle. "I'm just not...good enough yet!" For Traver, for Janna, hell.

Kyle...went still and silent for a moment, brain working through the alcohol fumes, then smiled. "Darlene, that's him saying that. Those are his words, you're a damn good woman you know, and yeah, you've got your problems, but everyone does."

"Well, he knows it," Darlene sniffed. "Knows I'm not. Went back to Helen you know? And now it's...I don't know."

"Hey, hey now, no crying, you're out having fun." Kyle shook a finger at her then stroked that finger down her cheek. "You're working on being a good person and a good cop. He knows good cops don't date dealers. He's screwing your head around while telling you he wants you." Sure, garbled, but Darlene got his meaning right?

"And why does he do that?!" She asked, voice rising to a near shriek for a moment. "Why does he say he wants me better when if I'm better I can't...just can't?" AUGH!

"Have another drink." Had to help right? He liked where this was going all told. "I know you can be better, you're working so hard, but he's gonna hold you back if he can."

She sniffed and tossed back her drink, waving for another. "You...think so?" another sniff. "You think I can be a good person?"

"Yeah, best partner I've had." Kyle grinned and grazed his knuckles down Darlene's cheek gently. "Prettiest too. Bet dancing would help get you smiling again right? Let's get you dancing again."

Darlene giggled and glanced toward the dance floor. "Yeah, I like dancing."

Damn long night.

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