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Poker Night
Jun. 16th, 2012 12:17 am"Awwww, Darlene, you don't gotta go sit over there!" Kyle laughed as Darlene lost her last dollar, trying to draw for a straight. A more experienced poker player wouldn't have tried but it was cute to watch the girl try to keep a straight face. "You can stay..." the rest of the table made suggestions about a blond in the lap being luck but Kyle just kept grinning.
Darlene snorted and tossed her hair. "This girl just lost hard and deserves a drink at the nice personal bar here," Since this cop's house was very well appointed, yes. She could mix herself a drink then lean on the bar watching! "Your laps will take care of themselves, boys."
"Ouch, burn," one or two snickered, but Kyle's smile fell a little. "Hey, lay off my partner you guys. She doesn't need you guys staring at her ass." That was a personal privilege. A very personal one.
"Oh, we see, hogging her to yourself Kyle," one of them laughed.
Darlene just stuck her tongue out at the lot of them and sipped her drink. She could do her job just fine by standing in earshot and being distracting eye candy. She'd also be able to pull every single face out of a lineup or photo book afterward, which was the more pressing matter.
Sadly the game went on for hours despite that, and Darlene ended up sprawled on a chair, playing another game with the other losers. They were playing for shirts and failing to get hers. They were also far more drunk than she was.
Next time she might have to lose her shirt though. Damn.
Or stay in the money game. That was appealing.
After the game she helped Kyle to his car, laughing. "Hey, I know, they didn't mean anything by it! They just envy me because I have an awesome rack and they don't!" Really! See? She understood!
Rather than flop in the passenger seat though Kyle leaned on the car, smiling the smile he thought was winsome. "Yeah, that's it and they're jerks. You know I'm not like that right? Right?"
"Yeah, you're my partner." Darlene grinned and made little motions toward the seat. "You should sit before you fall man."
"I mean, you are awesome, and it's okay you're not perfect, that's good. That's good." He leaned on Darlene and pinched her shoulder in a grip that was far harsher than it looked. "Mean's you're human you know?" And then he kissed her.
He.
Kissed.
Her.
In a nasty, slimy way that made her freeze and shock and which he probably thought was pleasure. Oh God. Oh God oh God oh God. She finally managed to rear back and smack his face, shock and worry on her face. "You're drunk Kyle. I'm calling you a cab." A wiggle and she was slipping away to use her cell phone. Then she was pacing around, out of arms reach, hugging her arms about herself like any woman who's partner was drunk and hitting on her. Yep.
She poured him into the cab when it came, gave some of Kyle's winning over, then caught a cab to Traver's because...oh God. Her first words in the door? "Toothbrush." NOW.
Darlene snorted and tossed her hair. "This girl just lost hard and deserves a drink at the nice personal bar here," Since this cop's house was very well appointed, yes. She could mix herself a drink then lean on the bar watching! "Your laps will take care of themselves, boys."
"Ouch, burn," one or two snickered, but Kyle's smile fell a little. "Hey, lay off my partner you guys. She doesn't need you guys staring at her ass." That was a personal privilege. A very personal one.
"Oh, we see, hogging her to yourself Kyle," one of them laughed.
Darlene just stuck her tongue out at the lot of them and sipped her drink. She could do her job just fine by standing in earshot and being distracting eye candy. She'd also be able to pull every single face out of a lineup or photo book afterward, which was the more pressing matter.
Sadly the game went on for hours despite that, and Darlene ended up sprawled on a chair, playing another game with the other losers. They were playing for shirts and failing to get hers. They were also far more drunk than she was.
Next time she might have to lose her shirt though. Damn.
Or stay in the money game. That was appealing.
After the game she helped Kyle to his car, laughing. "Hey, I know, they didn't mean anything by it! They just envy me because I have an awesome rack and they don't!" Really! See? She understood!
Rather than flop in the passenger seat though Kyle leaned on the car, smiling the smile he thought was winsome. "Yeah, that's it and they're jerks. You know I'm not like that right? Right?"
"Yeah, you're my partner." Darlene grinned and made little motions toward the seat. "You should sit before you fall man."
"I mean, you are awesome, and it's okay you're not perfect, that's good. That's good." He leaned on Darlene and pinched her shoulder in a grip that was far harsher than it looked. "Mean's you're human you know?" And then he kissed her.
He.
Kissed.
Her.
In a nasty, slimy way that made her freeze and shock and which he probably thought was pleasure. Oh God. Oh God oh God oh God. She finally managed to rear back and smack his face, shock and worry on her face. "You're drunk Kyle. I'm calling you a cab." A wiggle and she was slipping away to use her cell phone. Then she was pacing around, out of arms reach, hugging her arms about herself like any woman who's partner was drunk and hitting on her. Yep.
She poured him into the cab when it came, gave some of Kyle's winning over, then caught a cab to Traver's because...oh God. Her first words in the door? "Toothbrush." NOW.
