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Bari turned her head to see Donovan approaching and she couldn’t help but smile, always enjoying his positive attitude. “Donovan, hi! It has been a while and while I’m always happy to see you, I am today, especially,” she responded, her grin widening and she stepped in to give him a friendly hug. “I’m good, thanks. Trying to stay as busy as I can with Carson gone and working a lot. How about you? How are you doing?”

He hums, the corners of his mouth turning up to reveal the smallest of smirks. “You don’t say? I think I could say the same,” he muses. He wasn’t the kind of person to go and try to ‘steal someone’s girl’, even if it was a Royal. but flirting was harmless. 

“Carson’s gone? You don’t say. How are you keeping yourself busy?” He asks, the smirk turning into more of a genuine smile at her questions. “I’m good, thanks. Just keeping up with the kids, and trying to work, the usual.”

Emmett was supposed to be meeting a client for drinks. He didn’t usually like to do this, but it was someone he had been trying to meet with for a while and the two of them just kept missing each other for one reason or another. He sat at the bar ready waiting, nursing his one drink he would have for the night. When the man to his right spoke to him. “He looked at him confused for a moment until he saw the pen he was motioning to.

“Oh yeah sure.” He said handing it over.

He thanks the other, promptly taking the pen and attempting to scribble down his signature on the receipt he’d gotten for his little appetizer mean. But the pen failed to work. After spending a few more seconds trying to get the pen to work, he gives up, letting out a deep sigh. 

“I kind of thought that pens would be obsolete at this point, with how we can pay through our phones, now,” he lets out to no one in particular, taking a sip from his drink. 

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Jenna’s eyes remained closed as she felt the weight of his head resting on hers, a soft smile forming on her lips when he tells her that he’ll make her coffee. “Can you make me coffee without leaving?” She asked in an almost teasing fashion. Funny how to woman who swore that love and relationships were pointless, found herself in a situation like this, and she was actually enjoying it.

The woman merely shook her head at his offer of food. “Just coffee is fine.” She said softly, frowning as she felt him starting to move away from her. Finally she opened her eyes, blinking the sleep away before turning her head to look at him as he stretched. Jenna knew that getting involved, even in a casual sense, with someone in the NYPD was a bad idea, though Donovan certainly wasn’t the first officer she’d found herself in bed with. 

Still, as she watched how he moved in the light of the morning, she couldn’t help but think of how both their lives would implode if anyone found out they’d been sleeping together. Though these thoughts don’t stop her from leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “What time is it anyway?”

“I can try, but it won’t be too pretty,” he chuckles, giving her another quick kiss on the cheek. After he had finished up stretching, he slowly pushes himself up off the bed, in search of something he could throw on his bottom half. When he didn’t see anything that was calling his name, he ends up going to his dresser, and pulling out a pair of sweats, sliding them on and then turning to face her. 

The sight of her in his bed was something he wouldn’t mind getting used to. He hadn’t, and would never breathe a word of his little friendship/relationship with Jenna Alcott. It was dangerous for both of them, and everyone involved. Maybe even deadly. But still... he couldn’t help but feel lucky to have her around. 

What time is it anyway?

He hums, looking down to his watch and squinting, before replying, “just after nine. Why? Got somewhere to be?”

Isaac had hardly slept the last few day. Sure Sterlin could handle himself and sure there really probably wasn’t any need for it, but  since he had told him about Payton dropping by, he was making trips out to see the other man in the middle of the night to check the house and make sure no one was doing anything nefarious. 

So the coffee he ordered was exactly what he needed. What he didn’t need was the NYPD officer who picked it up, to hand it ot him. “No thanks. Ill get a new one.” He said shaking his head as he approached the barista to order and pay for a new coffee.

Donovan blinks at the other, his brow furrowed as he wandered what had just happened. He didn’t think he had said anything wrong, so he wasn’t so sure as to why the guy seemed so flat with him. On the other hand, it was possible that the guy wasn’t in the mood, or had some germaphobe thing. So, it wasn’t really his room to judge. 

“Are you sure?” He asks, checking the name again. “I’d sure hate for it to go to waste.”

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The excited reaction from the man prompted Ana to crack a genuine smile in his direction as he pushed her in for a hug. “Fuck, Don. Hi.” She chuckled pulling away. Seeing his face suddenly uncovered so many memories that she long thought she forgot, which resulted in her heart hammering in her chest violently. 

“I-I’m fine..I guess. What hole have you been hiding in?” At these times it was hard to genuinely answer on such question therefore she wanted to turn the attention in his way. She looked around with furrowed eyebrows, music still blasting and people going crazy around them. “Wait, you wanna go out?” She yelled through the noise, with every word she needed to lean in to make sure he hears properly. “Take this.” She gave him one of the shots that she held in her hand and the other that she kept raised into the half-air as a salute before downing the liquid. “Now we can go.”

He laughs at her choice of words, shaking his head. “No hole, unfortunately. I’m just always working or chasing after my kids, these days,” he lets out in a single breath, blinking a few times to allow his eyes from being blinded by the bright lights that had shone in his eyes. 

“What about you? What have you been up to?” He asks. When she offers the shot, the man’s face brightens up, happily taking the glass and lifting it to his nose to give it a little sniff. And just a few seconds later, he mimics her, downing the shot. He reacts the taste, shaking his head, before setting the empty glass, ready to follow Ana anywhere she’d take him. 

“Where are we going, again?”

Jessica raised her gaze towards the voice, smirking when she noted Donovan there. “Hey, Don.” She said as she paused before him and raised her brow when he extended one of the coffee cups in her direction. Needless to say, she was surprised he’d went out of his way for her.

“That’s really nice of you,” she said as she brought it to her lips and smirked. “Perfection. I’m doing good. Didn’t get much sleep last night so this is really appreciated. What about you?”

Donovan was lucky that Jessica hadn’t slapped him across the face, or something worse. He had really tried his best not to bother the woman, but he was aware that his persistence could be... an annoyance. Still, he tried. 

“Good,” he smiles to her, genuinely glad to hear that she was doing well. He may have had a itty bitty crush on her, but he most importantly saw her as a friend. “I’m good, thanks. Had a late night last night, so I’m gonna need a few more of these,” he muses, taking a longer drink from his own cup. 

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When it came to most of her lovers, Jenna was the type to be gone before the other woke up in the morning. However, when it came to Donovan, things were a bit different. She actually enjoyed the morning she spent with him, even the ones when his son was around, it reminded her a bit of when he kids had been young.

The woman lets out a soft groan as she feels his arm move around her and pull her into him. “Is there coffee made? If there isn’t any coffee I’m going back to sleep until there is.” She mumbled, though she made no effort to move away from him.

He smiles when he hears her groan, happy to have woken her up. He rests his cheek against her forehead, wanting to enjoy laying there with her, even if it was just for a few minutes.

“I can make you coffee,” he assures her, his fingers beginning to trace shapes into her back. “Are you hungry? I can throw something together, if you want,” he offers. He was a people pleaser, almost painfully so. Things as small as getting someone a cup of coffee, were all small victories in his minds.

And with that, he slowly begins to push himself up, untangling himself from the woman in his bed, beginning to stretch.

Ivanna recognized a cop, mainly because she’d seen this one around from time to time. She hated them and that was because they made her nervous. She’d done enough shit to put her in jail but she was keen on acting normal. Plus, it didn’t help that she’d already ordered. 

Returning from her way to the hospital, she paused when the male asked her a question. Mossy hues widened in a panic as she looked him over. “I eh… I’m sorry, I don’t work here.”

And thank fuck for that.

The males face falls, as he puts up his hands. Beginning to apologize. “I’m sorry about that, really. I don’t know why I thought—!” He stops himself from beginning to ramble, shaking his head. “Really, my bad,” he says, placing his hand on his chest and chuckling.

“Well... you’re here, do you have any favorites? Like a drink, perhaps?” He puts on more of a smirk.

The hard bass of music was pumping in Ana’s ears as she was making her way through the crowded dance floor with drinks in her head. She was heading to a table with a group of people from where she definitely wanted to take one person home. It was apparent that she had enough alcohol to already feel tipsy and the atmosphere of the club was playing into Ana’s plans to get as hammered as she can. 

Up to one point she managed to avoid any contact with people that were crazily dancing around, until an elbow bumped into her hands and made some amount of alcohol spill down her hands. “Oh for fuck’s sake.” She groaned, raising her head, ready to snap at anyone who wasn’t careful around but the words caught in her throat as her eyes met with a familiar face. 

At first she thought she is just drunk and not seeing properly, but by squinting her eyes she made sure he was exactly who she thought he was. “Donovan?” The name came out a mixture of surprise and shock. In the end it was years since she had seen the man in front of her. 

Donovan hadn’t expected to literally run into someone he knew that night. It was a great surprise to see Anastasia. He could hardly remember the last time he had seen her.

“Ana!” He says, now smiling to the girl, wasting no time and giving her a friendly, side hug. He was a hugger, he couldn’t help it. Donovan saw everyone in his life, as important, and wanted to make sure they knew.

“What’s going on? How’ve you been?”

“Bari, long time no see,” the man says up in a grin as he approaches the woman. “How are you, Today?”

@barixwoods​

“Now tell me, what do I owe the honor to?”

@sarahkrongcld

“Fine evening we’re having, hm?”

@stephanie-alcott​

“Night shift is a pain in the ass,” he stops his spinning, looking over to the other, bored.

@t-baker-nyc​

The man checks his watch, and then over to the people behind the counter. “Is it bad I feel bad for them? I can’t imagine how many bitchy people they’ve already dealt with, today.” He tries to joke.

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