So, there's this bar...

[mitochondriaaya]

"Can it Mitchell." Aya growled as she lined up her shot "He's got a a hell of a lot going on, but he'll be here. Which is more than I can say for your newest..."

The rookie grimaced and looked away as another ball sunk smoothly. "You're trying to feed him to the fucking sharks, Aya! If he's as smart as you claim he's three states away!"

"He's survived me so far. You guys are nothing." Aya noted, gliding around the table. She was half tempted to hop a ball at her companion for hitting all her own insecurity buttons...

"...ouch." Mitchell held a hand over his heart, wounded "We ain't detectives, sure, but you get enough of us together and we're scary!"

"Like rabid chihuahuas" she agreed. "I advised him to wear stompy boots."

"Give it up Mitchell!" the peanut gallery decided to chime in from the bar "You annoy her and you'll end up hiding under a table like last time!"

"I lost a contact!" the rookie snapped, though he shifted ever so slightly away from the pool table.

"Awwww, you didn't come out until she threatened to come down after you..."

Aya rolled her eyes and sank another shot, still making a smooth round along the table. She wasn't a perfect pool player, but she was better at ignoring the ribbing than her opponent was. "Anyway, I invited him so I could share something important to me. You guys don't get to spoil that."

"Down time? Oh! Leaning over pool tables! Wait, wait, this has the best bar snacks in town..." the suggestions rolled on like the incoming tide. Once started it was hard to stop the guys.

"My precinct, buckos." Aya flashed a feral grin into the sudden silence "Don't embarrass me or I'll break you."

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[sliceitwithwind]

He's not three states away. He is, in fact, coming in the door now. All six foot three, nearly three hundred pounds of meat and bone with...all the facial piercings in.

Eyebrow, nose, lip, ears. Tanktop showing off the ones on his upper arm (don't ask) and at the joint of right shoulder and neck (also don't ask), and hakama with geta.

[mitochondriaaya]

There was immediate attention from the mostly cop clientele. Noticing people like Dilan was part of the job description. Once they had given him a thorough once-over they went back to ribbing the pool players.

And Aya? Was carefully not laughing at them all.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan slides in casually, not phased by all the cops in the slightest, and after the faintest flicker of a wink at Aya he...sliiiiiiiides up to her, dips her, and proceeds to snog.the.hell. out of her.

[mitochondriaaya]

The common reaction in the peanut gallery was "HOLY SHIT!" Mitchell even dropped his pool cue loudly in the following moment of silence.

That was followed by "....wait! That's our detective! Hands off!"

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan is currently testing Aya's lung capacity.

And flipping off the cops.

[mitochondriaaya]

Sadly, Aya was a small woman. With decent swim training yes, but now where near the lung capacity to keep up with Dilan. Eventually she had to break the kiss and catch her breath...but for sheer theatrics she stayed leaning limply in his arms. "Hi honey" she greeted eventually.

"HONEY?!! That does not look like a honey!" was the general consensus. Mitchell laughed along with the rest then nonchalantly lined up his shot...and missed.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Hi, sweetheart." Dilan says, tipping her back up and keeping his arm behind her.

[mitochondriaaya]

"These are the boys...boys, Dilan." Aya leaned against his side and waved at the room in general. Yes, just about everyone in sight was from the precinct. Or visiting from another. And maaaaybe an EMT or two.

"Hi Dilllllan" they chorused obediently before the questions started. Teasing, well meant questions, but still "Did she tell you what happened to her last boyfriend? You don't break easy do you? Wait, maybe he likes violent women!"

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan laughs softly and starts explaining the difference in bone and muscle mass between - every sentient species on the planet. And the half- quarter- and eighth-breeds. Then himself.

"So, to TL:DR, I'm the most sturdy person on the planet."

[mitochondriaaya]

The guys kind of zoned out about half-way through. They didn't interrupt...they just stopped listening! Until Dilan got to the point anyway. There were some hurried conferences by the bar, then they announced in very calm tones "That's good, you might last a whole month!"

Aya, meanwhile, had drifted from Dilan's side to take her own shot "Hmmm, sorry to burst your bubbles boys, been dating longer than that already I think."

[sliceitwithwind]

"About six weeks." Dilan agrees, leaning back against the bar and ordering - orange juice.

[mitochondriaaya]

There was more general exclamations at that, then the boys not-so-subtly working to separate the couple. So they could all talk.

Yep.

Mainly this meant they waited until Aya went to the restroom! "Six weeks huh? That's....um. A long time. What's your angle?" these questions came from the left. From the right came "Screw the angles! He's alive! So, what we really want to know..." luckily that one was generally muffled by the less-than-suicidal tackling the questioner.

[sliceitwithwind]

"I like her. She likes me. I don't so much dance to the beat of a different drum as tango to the wheeze of a different bagpipe, and she doesn't scare me." nothing scares him like he scares himself.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Right...well, her not scaring you is a plus I guess." someone admitted. "Yeah, but that means we have to keep an eye on him, if Aya isn't going to break him..." that seemed to be the general consensus. If Aya was 'soft' on someone, she was going to miss bad shit.

Cause, despite being scary she was tiny. And female. And theirs damn it. At least Dilan was distinctive in a crowd? "Well, welcome aboard, Dilan." they finally settled on after the less-than-secret plotting. "Have a beer?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Not unless you're planning on carrying me home." he says cheerfully, "I'm a total lightweight, a beer would get me trashed."

[mitochondriaaya]

'...half a beer then!" because no one got out alive!! Or, you know, without a little beer in them. "Though we might be able to carry you to Aya's. She lives nearby..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"As long as you understand that I'm close to three hundred pounds, and ask Aya for permission to install me on her couch." Dilan says, shaking his head.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Aya!! We're giving Dilan beer!!" the group called as she reemerged. "If he gets wasted we'll take him to your couch!!" That had Aya blinking...but better her couch than stuffed in a taxi to some arbitrary place.

"Okay?" she offered, pushing cops out of the way so she could claim her spot at Dilan's side again.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan wraps his arm around her and says, "They kind of insisted."

[mitochondriaaya]

She leaned against him, but crossed her arms over her chest to glare at the boys. "Why does my boyfriend need to get smashed?" she asked mildly.

"Tradition!" was the general, cheerful consensus.

"...hell." Aya sighed.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan did as well, shaking his head, "Half a beer, people, I want to be able to walk home."

[mitochondriaaya]

"I'll split it with you." Aya promised, intercepting the bottle headed their way. "And we're taking the pool table." because she liked playing and she didn't know how Dilan's game was after drinking?

Well, that and it was fun to scare the boys away from one of the tables.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Splitting is good." Dilan agrees, "Is there a cue somewhere I can use?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Wall there..." she pointed lazily as she racked the balls. "I guess I should ask now, since we're doomed anyway, but what kind of tipsy are you?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Affectionate and singing." Dilan promises, "I like to cuddle, and I can actually carry a tune in a bucket when drunk."