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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[mitochondriaaya]

"Oh, a fate worse than death..." Aya teased, claiming the nearest chair and kicking her feet up on another so she could watch. She couldn't help the happy grin that crept onto her face...

Nor could the boys refrain from teasing Aya about girlish behavior.

[sliceitwithwind]

When humans get trashed they wobble and weave. When Dilan gets trashed, he's more catlike. He slinks and oozes and curves and forgets that it weirds people out if he twists his spine that far.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya had managed to start up a bitch session about being understaffed...but she lost track of the conversation when she caught Dilan slinking from the corner of her eye. Just...

...yeah.

People didn't move like that! Maybe, eventually, she'd outgrow that reaction? But it got her every damn time at the moment. She blinked as someone waved a hand in front of her face "Hnn?"

"Staring is rude, Aya! Well, anyway, does he move like that all the time? Could be nice..."

That got her attention enough for the blushing to start again...which she firmly ignored in favor of tipping her coworker's chair over.

[sliceitwithwind]

He notices her looking at him and poses for a second before twisting in a slightly different way and sinking another series of balls - three striped ones bouncing off of each other and planting themselves perfectly.

[mitochondriaaya]

She did not do the goofy. She did not blow him a kiss for the pose. She thought about it though. For a moment. The boys made up for it in wolf whistles?

"Yo!" Aya called over the ensuing noise, fixing a glare at the group at large. "Next one to open their mouth is paying for our dinner."

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan grins at her, brightly, and goes back to what he was doing.

Which was beating the shit out of her precinct one table at a time.

[mitochondriaaya]

They had more manly pride than wits sometimes? They kept trying, because it was one thing to lose to Aya. Aya they could justify...Dilan, well...that stung. A little. Even with teasing.

It was about the fifth game that Aya reached out her foot to poke Dilan's leg "Hey, got burgers. They use decent beef here..." she offered. "Courtesy of Jack there." she pointed to one of the queued opponents.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Mmmm. Food." Dilan almost absently finishes beating the next guy, "Food is next. Then Jack. Then whoever is next."

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya lifted her legs from the second chair she'd claimed, then draped them back over Dilan's lap the moment he was down. Without Dilan playing the queue glanced at each other than grinned "Food!!" And beer.

And far too few tables it seemed because about five of them crowded good naturedly to theirs. "Right, so, pool sharks a scientist...and he works for the president...and he's dating Aya." they summed up "So, detective and a scientist. That's weird. You headed into science or something Aya?"

Aya rolled her eyes and threw a french fry at the lot of them "No, if I left the force you guys wouldn't get anything done."

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan laughs, "She? Is as much a scientist at heart as I am a detective. It's just not happening."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hey, we do the same thing kinda..." Aya grinned and poked him. "We figure things out."

"Creeeeepy things." one of the boys teased. "Hey...when he figures things out the information isn't closed, it spreads right? Hey, if anyone beats you will you name something after them?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I can do that!" Dilan says with the pleasure of someone who sucks at names.

[mitochondriaaya]

"HEY! ANYONE BEATS DILAN THEY GO DOWN IN HISTORY!" the announcement was made to a great deal of amused laughter.

"You're a hit." Aya laughed, leaning close to Dilan's ear to be heard.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan leans in at the soft breath on his ear, "I promise not to name anything nasty after you, Aya."

[mitochondriaaya]

Since he presented the opportunity, she pressed a soft kiss just below his ear. "Well, that's a plus." she laughed. "I'm making my own name for myself though, in closed cases. Deal with the mooks before you worry about me..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Mmrrrrrp!" Dilan likes the near-ear kiss. Yes. Mmmmmm.

[mitochondriaaya]

"You've got a crowd waiting love..." she laughed, adding another kiss before she leaned back. She didn't move her legs just yet, but it was the semblance of giving in to the impatient boys!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Let them wait." Dilan's eyes are half lidded, and all for Aya, "I'm still eating."

[mitochondriaaya]

"You heard him boys. Go practice." she fixed a glare on their table mates that was, for the most part, effective. "You're putting up with the crowd rather well..." she teased, tugging one of his dreads playfully.

"Most would be growling or gone by now."

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan leans into the tug, "Meh. They're not nearly as bad as Ienzo."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yes, but there's only one of him." She laughed. "Unless there's cloning going on that I don' know about?" That...was a really scary idea.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Heaven. Forbid." Dilan twitches, "No, we are not cloning the autistic genius."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Good. I've heard enough horror stories..." she hooked her draped legs under his knees to offer a supportive semi-hug. "Sorry for the mental image?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I shiver, I do." Dilan informs her, then leans over, "I should probably go back to pool, shouldn't I?

[mitochondriaaya]

"Quake" she agreed, laying a hand on his chest to feel the tremors. "Hmmm, probably, or they'll decide to come drag you back as forcibly as they can manage..." she admitted.