(This is a just really short moments of my ocs interacting with other ocs.)
It was at the RC police gala fundraiser. Jaiden had spoken in and out with his associates and drank. There in the corner was Cindy talking to Terisha.
The man approached the two.
"You two single ladies want to dance? I already shot my shot with Valentine, but you know how that went." Jaiden laughed.
"Who are you calling single?" Cindy asked with a raise of her eyebrow.
"That was rude to assume Jaiden." Terisha pointed out.
"What do you have a boyfriend? If so where's the lucky fella?" He asked her.
Cindy pulled up her left hand.
"Since when?" He asked more so confused than surprised.
"Hello sugarplum!" A voice rang out revealing a tall man with dark hair and brown eyes. He held two drinks in his hands. He walked over to Cindy and Terisha.
Handing each their drink.
"Jaiden meet my husband Doctor Minton Winters." Cindy said casually as she then began to sip her drink.
"Oh! You're one of my wife's teammates, nice to meet you." Minton smiled, taking his hand to shake Jaiden's.
"....good to meet you as well?" Jaiden was still confused.
After that awkward introduction, Jaiden had found his sister Jordan finishing a conversation with someone else.
"How's the party treating you?" She asked.
"....Did you know Cindy was married?" Jaiden was still surprised.
Jordan blinked and nodded.
"How is my question? She's usually short tempered."
"Her wedding band gave it away." Jordan laughed. "And when she talked about her son Ethan."
"....I thought Ethan was her dog?"
Junior stared down at the ROPE agent next to him. He felt like he knew this guy. His mannerisms were really familiar.
This was a joint operation between the Hound Wolf Squad and ROPE.
Junior was stuck with this kid, he barely looked out of high school. Worse of all, it felt like babysitting.
"You hearing me or not?" Junior sighed driving. "Because I'm not going to repeat myself."
"Oh don't worry I heard everything you said." Roscoe said with a smile.
"My dad always told me it was important to listen to your higher ups. Especially during times of crisis.' Roscoe smiled.
"right..." Junior nodded still driving.
"You know since we're almost done with the mission, maybe we could celebrate?"
"Are you trying to get me to get you drunk or something? Because you're what? 19?" Junior laughed.
"Actually I'm eighteen and six months." Roscoe answered.
Junior slammed the break.
"Wait what? You're that young? Did you even go to high school?"
"Only for freshman year then the incident happened in my town and then I joined ROPE so my sister wouldn't be used as a guinea pig."
This kid was so damn open about everything. Was he dumb? Kinda made him think of his uncle.
"Hey could I do something?" Roscoe asked.
"So that we don't get into an accident." Roscoe pulled out a small wooden deer and put in the cup holder. "A good luck charm that my dad made me."
Junior slammed the breaks.
That wooden deer looked exactly like his uncle's usual carvings of the dumb animal.
The deer flew around the car as Roscoe gasped.
"ARE WE COUSINS!?" Junior immediately asked.
"I don't think so?" Roscoe was confused as hell as he looked around the floor where the deer had fallen.
He picked it up as Junior stared at it.
"Was your dad crazy about deer?"
"Yeah, he loved deer....I mean he even named me after them...my name actually means deer forest. Originally he wanted to name me Bambi."
Yup, this was Alan's kid alright. But for the next few seconds Junior began to laugh at this.
"You know what? That's your new nickname!" He laughed. "Bambi!"
"Wait! No! Don't. Thats not my name!" Roscoe huffed.
Xavier sat next to Leon as the man finished another drink. It had been a while since he had hung out with his friend.
It felt awkward watching Leon drink himself silly to the point of more than just depression.
He had tried to start a conversation about things were. Leon casually muttered a response.
"You know hanging out with your friends usually means hanging out and enjoying yourself, hun." A feminine voice spoke out.
Xavier turned his head to meet a young Giselle Krauser. He recognized her from his times hanging out with Shiloh.
"Oh hey Gigi, right?' Xavier called out.
"Xavier." Giselle nodded in response. "Leon." Her head focused on Leon.
"Great, Krauser's brat, what do you want?" He grumbled.
"I was hoping you could help me with an important task. But you don't even look like you're in shape to be helping yourself." Giselle sighed staring at the drunk brunette.
"Help you? Go ask Redfield I'm sure he'd be more eager to." Leon swirled his drink around a bit before asking the bartender for another drink.
"It's about Shiloh." Giselle said.
Xavier was surprised she'd be bringing Shiloh up...he had wondered how Shiloh was...it's been several months. But missions and personal life stuff had taken over the majority of his time. He had noticed she stopped picking up his calls but he only assumed it meant work got bad for her as well.
"And? Are you surprised she left? I knew she was a traitor years ago, why do you think the government just let her go?" Leon rolled his eyes.
Xavier paused and looked at Leon shocked.
"Traitor? What's going on?" Xavier asked with worry.
"Apparently someone had been leaking information from the BSAA and they found out Shiloh was a BOW designed to become a spy for whoever the hell she's working for." Leon shook his head.
"And you didn't tell me because?' Xavier got frustrated.
"It's still under investigation." Leon shrugged. He didn't seem to want to talk more about it.
"So she's just gone?" Xavier asked.
"She wasn't working for anyone. Why can't you believe that?" Giselle sighed.
"Because she's lied to me already and I don't have time to worry about someone who probably is dead." Leon spoke coldly.
"....I understand." Giselle said simply and left.
It was quiet for that moment.
"One more drink." Leon asked the bartender.
"What? No! No more drinks!" Xavier shouted. This was going to be a long night.
April sat at the kitchen table with Leon, and Claire.
"So how's this going to work?" April asked staring at Leon and then Claire.
"Well, I figured whenever you two aren't on missions you could have Conan for a night or two." Claire explained.
April nodded slowly. Her husband having a clone child was one thing she couldn't control it. Problem was...her routine when they weren't on missions would be disturbed.
"I don't know...I mean i understand, but are you sure doing this won't confuse Conan's routine?' April said.
"That's why I said for a few nights, if it doesn't work out Leon can just visit him every now and then." Claire explained.
"Well what do you think Leon?" April asked Leon.
Leon got pulled back to reality.
"Sorry just fazed out. I've been trying to think of all these things that come with being a parent." He admitted sheepishly.
"It's not a problem." April said. "But seriously, think about it for a while. You don't need to rush things."
Fawn then stepped into the dining room. "Guys, Conan passed out and he looks like Leon when he snores."
The group followed to find the six year old boy hanging upside down spiraled on the couch.
"Holy shit he does." April said out loud.
"Wait...I don't snore." Leon said defensively.
He was met by all three women's eyes, they had all been in sleeping range to know that the man indeed snored.
"Okay not all the time though." He spoke up. Again he was met with silent stares.
These might carry off to new art pieces since I've been thinking about these interactions the most. X3
Jaiden, Jordan and Junior belong to my wonderful friend @feng-shui71
Xavier belongs to my other awesome friend @alitan99
April belongs to my bestie @inhabitant-nefarious
Cindy, Terisha, Alan, Roscoe, Giselle, and Fawn belong to ME.
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