The Best Detective

“You’re a cop? Wow, thanks for letting me know, otherwise there is no way I’d know that information already.” Sloane rolled her eyes, quite unlike the twenty eight year old woman she was and more like the eighteen year old who’d done the same thing to Khal when he’d been over working on a case with her mom and taken a good natured jab at her. Something back then she would have followed up with a laugh, but not this time. Instead she just drank the dregs of her martini and considered ordering another. “What makes you think I see the world as sunshine and rainbows? You think I’ve never seen how messed up the world is? I’m the one who lost a mom to it Khal, not you.” God how she wished she did still think the world was all about the frivolous things only, life was so much easier then. She missed those days of being in high school lamenting over the boy or how she was going to get her hands on the newest shade of Dior lipstick. Not anymore. Sure her opinion of those things hadn’t changed, others had just been…added, other things that were more literally life and death. 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟLOOKING AT HER from underneath his eyelashes, he glared. She was so different from the girl he once knew. Khal understood though. Life wasn't easy, and everything she'd been through absolutely shaped her. But that didn't mean that he didn't still want the best for her. The more she spoke, the more he sighed. He made sure he faced her, looking directly at her. "I know that. I'm not discounting your feelings, your pain, or what it did to you. She was important to me too. Have you ever thought about that? Your mother put her whole entire trust in me, all the time, and trusted me enough to meet you. It was such a joy in my life, getting to watch you grow up." Khal didn't know how to explain this to her, or how to show her how much he actually cared about her and her well being. "Don't ever think I don't know how completely fucked up the world is. I've known you since you were so little. I can't help but be protective."

"Then you gotta make it interesting! It's the same with everything in life. You either make it interesting, or you move on." He spoke, looking over at the man in question and barely managing to suppress a laugh. "I think his next stop will be a bar by the looks of it," Nate added jokingly. Maybe he really was one of the few, who were willing to get through the boring downtimes of the gym and push through for better goals. Besides, more often than not, Nate genuinely liked the gym. "Hopefully! Honestly, I think I would benefit from that. You push yourself a little more when you're surrounded by the people you know." At least, that was the way it went when he still danced at NYCB. He was always at his best when surrounded by his peers- and the man next to him seemed to know what he was doing. "Head detective? That's so cool!"He said in awe, even if it was worrisome. Someone like him, hanging out with someone so high up at NYPD? "Nothing interesting. I'm a waiter, so I've got weird shifts."

☆ﾟ*·ﾟKHAL TOOK A moment and listened to him. He really was right, and that bugged Khal a bit. He was the kind of person that liked a routine, so the thought of changing things up frustrated him a little bit. But it made sense. Even he'd get annoyed with his workout routine and had to at least swap around the order. "You're right about that. I struggle with that sometimes. I'm such a big fan of routine that changing it up is difficult." Laughing, he threw his head back, glad that he could simply joke with someone for once. "Oh he's definitely going to the bar. Probably going to try and flirt with some girl who will ultimately say no." A smile rested across Khal's face. He was simply talking to someone, just normally, and it actually brought quite a lot of joy to his face. This didn't happen often, and he actually really needed it. "It can be pretty cool. Definitely doesn't lend to much sleep." Tilting his head to the side, he looked at him with a soft look on his face. "Hey, don't discredit that. You're appreciated. Where do you work? I love some good food, and I'm always a good tipper."

OPEN STARTER ; any bar 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟSIPPING HIS BEER, Khal pursed his lips, finding himself very curious about the future of this hypothetical. When she explained, his eyes lit up, his cop side perking up. "Well, as a cop, there's quite a lot I can do. I can simply show up to your apartment and "talk to you" about someone suspicious, without actually saying anything. Might scare them into stopping," he explained, before taking a quick glance down at the pool table, planning out his next more. "Use me to your advantage. I don't ever mind not only doing my job, but flexing it too." Laughing, he figured it would actually be quite fun to do so. "Oof, scratched." He took the cue ball out of the pocket and placed it near one of his solid balls knocking the bright red ball into the pocket, before looking around to see what else he could do, before slightly missing the next one. "Yours."

“Jesus fucking christ you’re a depressing sight.” Sloane grimaced as she took in the man sitting next to her, not the one she’d grown up idolising as she sat on his desk in the precinct. Then again she wasn’t the same girl anymore so why should she expect him to be the same either. “You tell me, you’re the policeman, is it a crime now?” She was just being a little shit now, toying with the emotions of a man who was clearly not having the best day just because she hadn’t either. It was sadistic but the woman didn’t care. Her whole life had turned into a dark vortex at this point she might as well feed into it. “It’s been a day has it? What’s been so terrible about your day that you have to sit here drinking alone like you have a problem? Because something tells me you’re just being dramatic.” 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟKHAL TOOK A moment, simply looking over at Sloane, wondering where he'd gone wrong. She wasn't like this as a kid, but he knew that things changed, that the world was different. "How is taking time for myself depressing?" He asked, wondering what he could possibly do to improve her opinion of him, and get it somewhat back to what it had been. "No, it's not a crime, but it seems that your opinion of me might be," he laughed lightly, before turning to face her a bit more. "I'm a cop, Sloane. The world is messed up. Every day, I see people dead, hurt, bruised, and ruined. How is that just being dramatic? It's not all sunshine and rainbows, and it never will be."

☆ﾟ*·ﾟ KHAL WAS IF nothing but thorough, and he wanted to make sure that everyone around him knew that fact. He was good at what he did, and always made sure to follow through with his cases. But because of that, he had the tendency to go a bit far sometimes. now, he didn't think that he ever did, but his coworkers would absolutely tell him that. Khal adored his coworkers, but sometimes, they did bug him quite a bit when they were trying to get him to chill out.

"Even less? Come on, give people some faith! Maybe at least some of them will be here by the end of that two-week period." Nate joked, observing the people around them. Only as the other man spoke again did he look over at him, taking a better look. "Really? I'm here all the time too, but I swear I haven't seen you before! Then again, I do come here at weird times, I won't lie." He had other activities t relieve stress, although, he could see where the other was coming from. "Yeah, I get it. Honestly, this feels like part of a ritual sometimes. Whatever helps deal with life, right? But, let me guess, you're a cop?"

☆ﾟ*·ﾟ A LIGHT LAUGH escaped Khal's lips, shrugging his shoulders. "It's completely possible, but unless you're fully committed, it'll get boring really quickly. And that guy, the one by the bench press, he's been questioning his whole life," he explained, trying not to laugh too much at the struggle he was facing. "I'm here at weird times as well, whenever I can squeeze in some time. Maybe we'll see each other more often." Khal had to admit that he didn't really have a lot of friends, or people that he talked to outside of work. So perhaps even having a gym buddy wouldn't be too bad. "It helps to have a ritual, at least some what." He nodded with a smile, taking a swig of water. "I am a cop. Head detective, actually. What do you do that's got you here at weird hours?"

CLOSED for @khaldetects !

☆ﾟ*·ﾟONE OF KHAL'S favorite types of cases were the ones that allowed you to spend far more time on them than you should. He liked getting as much information as he possibly could in order to solve the case. Knowing that he'd caught the right unsub because he'd taken the time to go over as much of the evidence as he could, brought more joy to his face than it should've. But it was because of this skill that he was clued in on a case that the poilce have been working on for quite a while. There was someone they'd been keeping an eye on, for safety reasons, just in case anything happened. She'd been put into witness protection and as a result, the NYPD wanted to ensure she was safe at all time. There were only a few members of the department who actually knew about the case. He'd spent weeks doing his research, and after going to his Captain with a question, he'd been told that they hadn't seen her in a while and simply wanted to ensure she was safe.

Pursing her lips Sloane wondered to herself how the hell she’d managed to sit down next to Khal of all people. What was he even doing here? Maybe she’d be more concerned if it was her territory but considering this was The Command’s patch she found herself silently hoping he’d been brought into the club thanks to some kind of suspicion that might bring down her competition. The deserved being knocked down a peg or two, to say the least. “Mumbling? How fascinating. I don’t think a loud club is the place to be doing that if you want anyone to be able to hear you.” Waving down the bartender as best she could considering they were contending with many people trying to order drinks, just so she could bag herself anything as her glass was now bone dry. “Oh I’m living the dream, can’t you tell. Don’t you have criminals to be out looking for? Or have they finally put you on compassionate leave to sort your shit out?” 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟMUMBLING WASN'T A very becoming trait, but at this point in the night, the detective didn't really care at all. He was off the clock, and therefore, didn't really have to focus on anything at all. Taking a sip of his drink, he spun his chair a little in order to face her. "I'm allowed to mumble! I have a badge!" To be quite honesty, Khal was a little bit drunk. So maybe whatever he was saying wasn't really all that much of actual words. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked around at everyone else. "No one's paying attention to me." Swirling his drink around, Khal knew she was right. Why was he sitting in this bar, alone, just drinking? He was having quite a day, and it was time to just let all of his frustration out. "It's been a day, so I'm having a drink. Is that a crime?"

Location: Royale Lounge Time: 10pm Open to everyone

☆ﾟ*·ﾟTAKING A SIP of his Scotch, Khal was glad that his night was over. He'd spent the better half of the day at his desk, trying to solve a tough case. Racking his brain all day, he tried and tried, and tried to find the clue that he needed to put this guy away for good. Tonight was all about taking a break from police work, which was exactly how he found himself at the Royale. Thanks to his solitude for the night, Khal was able to listen in on conversations, without anyone raising any concerns. Upon hearing aggression coming from a man with a gun, the detective swallowed and started muttering to himself, "You're not on duty. You're not on duty. You're not on duty. None of your business." Standing up from his seat, Khal headed over towards the bar, trying to keep himself calm. "Would that really have been a good idea though? Start a fight in a bar with what seems to be..." he trailed off, looking around the area, "Fairly classy items. I wouldn't have. Simply scaring someone shows dominance."

where: one of the many gyms status: open

☆ﾟ*·ﾟIN ORDER TO stay fit and on top of his health and job, Khal spent quite a bit of time in the gym. Today was arm day, as he definitely needed to keep these beautiful muscles in tact, he needed to tend to them. Laughing lightly, his arms crossed over his chest. "I'd believe that. Maybe even a little less." Taking a swig of water, he shook his head with a scoff. "Nope, here all the time. It's part of my daily or weekly routine, depending on if I'm on a case. Kind of a calming activity for me during stress. You?"

Where: Outside 2 Bookends book store

☆ﾟ*·ﾟON A MIRACULOUS day off, Khal found himself at a bookstore, hoping to indulge in one of his secretive favorite past times, reading fantasy novels about dragons and medieval knights slaying their villains, and on occasion, murder mysteries. But the murder mysteries wouldn't be a surprise with his occupation. At the small bookstore, he noticed a girl struggling. Immediately, his kindness intervened, a trait that only popped out in the right moments, of course.

Location: The Clubhouse Nightclub Who: Anyone When: Monday evening - 9:30pm

☆ﾟ*·ﾟINVESTIGATIONS LED KHAL to some really interesting places, generally places that were of a suspicious nature, however, tonight, he simply wanted a night of relaxation. He wondered if people knew who he was, and if anyone would say anything with him being a detective. Part of him wanted them to, but at the same time, he wanted to just have a night that was somewhat relaxing. He could tell that there was some kind of party or celebration, and really he was glad that he was allowed in. That was how Khal found himself sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand, sighing softly to himself. Swirling his ice around in his cup, he mumbled to himself, not really sure of what he was saying either. "You know, I'm not sure. Just mumbling. Long day. You doin' alright?"