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]

"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.

[sliceitwithwind]

He snorts, kisses her lightly, and disappears back to the pool tables.

[mitochondriaaya]

Dilan's chair was claimed a few moments after he left...by Pierce. He arrived with a beer and an annoyed moan as he slumped in his seat "They are going to make me testify. They want to say we doctored the sound tapes and...yo, earth to Aya..."

Aya blinked and finally glanced away from Dilan's...playing. "Hmmm? We couldn't have. That was a clean arrest."

"Yeah, s'what I said, but they want to try. And you're staring. Yep. Totally." Pierce was...a little less than pleased by the obvious attention but hey, Dilan was a doctor and all. It wouldn't last, right? Two months, tops. Then the precinct could jump him for hurting her...

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan is perfectly content to give her all the time she needs to relax, and has no jealousy in him. The other players rib him gently and he - beats the crap out of them.

[mitochondriaaya]

There was more than a little ribbing about dating Aya in general, then some very hinted comments as Pierce moved in on Dilan's previous spot but...it was really obvious Dilan had the girl hands down so...it was all well meant ribbing.

"And she spaces out again. How much have you had to drink?" Pierce poked the girl in question and eyed the empty bottle at her seat.

"Half a bottle. I'm relaxed." Aya noted simply. "And Dilan is...very relaxed?"

"Yeah, I can see that." Pierce sighed.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Told you I'm a li-ight weight!" Dilan sings out cheerfully, "Going home when A-ya does!"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Chriiist" Pierce sighed. "You sure he didn't start before you? He's singing, Aya. Singing."

"I'm sure." she laughed and stood to slip an arm around her boyfriends waist "Mind if I squeeze in another game or two before we go?"

[sliceitwithwind]

He leans down to kiss her hair gently and nods before sliding into her seat and beams at Pierce.

[mitochondriaaya]

She let her fingers trail down along his arm as she claimed his pool cue, and Pierce...well. Pierce glared. Behind sunglasses.

"Dude, you're trashed." or faking it but hey!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Not - quite." Dilan decides after a second, "Vertical is still an option, and I haven't moved entirely into the realm of five syllable words."

[mitochondriaaya]

"You're trashed enough...dude you're a cheap drunk." pierce sighed. Like many people with a high alcohol tolerance, he thought lightweights were...fucking weird. "So you are dating Aya? I thought Danny was fucking joking. Dude that's...that's...come on. She brought you into the precinct for questioning!"