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]

"You're not the first, dude. You're not the first." Dilan says without heat.

[mitochondriaaya]

Yeah, Pierce hadn't sounded sincere when he said his bit? "I can see that. Totally." he admitted. "You're just so hateable you know?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yup." Dilan shrugs, "I hear it a lot. Handsome, smart, rich, yadda yadda yadda. Lots of things I have no control over."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yeah, you're not helping with the hate here." Pierce flicked a straw wrapper at Dilan. "Dude, I should have gone multi-national elite or something instead of NYPD"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Didn't expect you to stop hating, nope." Dilan admits, batting at the wrapper.

[mitochondriaaya]

...batting at the wrapper. Dilan was fucking batting at a straw wrapper. Okay, that helped with the hate a little. "Jesus..." he had more wrappers! Totally more wrappers!

Aya's attention was either caught by Dilan's movements or Pierce's muffled laughter. Either way, she gave up the came to just watch for a few minutes.

[sliceitwithwind]

As many wrappers as are thrown at him, he bats into the air. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated, and he's not even paying attention to anything but keeping the wrappers moving.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Dude...check it out!" Pierce pointed proudly at Dilan as if this was a trick he'd personally taught the man. They did gather a small, amused crowd...though it was Aya who snagged a string from someone's coat to dangle.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan lets the papers fall in order to go after the string instead, grinning - or bearing his teeth and snapping for it. One of those things.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya was...Dilan fishing!! Well, really, she was having way too much fun keeping the string just out of reach...

This, of course, involved a slow retreat through the tables and surrounding cops, just to see how long he'd chase!

[sliceitwithwind]

Answer: as long as she runs. Duh. Dilan keeps after her, slow and stalky. If he had a tail, it'd be twitching.

[mitochondriaaya]

Well, this was the interactive part of the evening? The cops started to find it highly amusing to block off Aya's retreat...some wiggling and quick stepping got her through, but she was running out of room!! "Jerks!" she laughed, climbing up on a table finally.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan climbs up on the table after her, and kisses her.

Rather a lot.

[mitochondriaaya]

There were general catcalls and cheerful jeering when he 'caught' her, and Aya was laughing through half the kisses. "Okay...okay. I think I'm done playing pool. Boys, fetch a cab!"

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan keeps nuzzling her face while she orders the cab.

[mitochondriaaya]

Here, again, she encountered a slight problem. The table was against a wall. To get to the floor and the cab, she had to get through Dilan. The very distracting Dilan.

...

Damn it.

...

"Babe...I need to get down?" she teased, wrapping her hands in his dreads so she had leverage to move his head back a few inches. It was so much easier to talk to him that way!

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan sighs and slips off the table to let her through, and follows again, humming softly.

[mitochondriaaya]

It was a good thing he was following voluntarily because she hadn't released that fistful of dreadlocks? The general consensus of the cops present seemed to be 'keep him'.

Aya herself was just glad he'd apparently passed the cop test?

[sliceitwithwind]

"Later." Dilan calls cheerfully as he's tugged out the door. He's just happy to have spent time with Aya.