So, there's this bar...
Mar. 24th, 2009 07:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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."
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."
