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The smirk turned into a wider grin, a huff of a laugh ghosting his lips. "Backtracking already? Thought you were better at rolling with the punches Mirana," they teased. Myles raised a brow at her offering to get him a drink, however, amusement sinking into mild suspicion. Was it a test to see if they really would follow her boundaries? They already admitted they were willing to be nothing more than a side piece, how much lower did he have to go? "Uh...sure? You know I can't say no to free drinks. A curse, really."

He looked back over his shoulder, surprise on his features. "You've been? I dunno if you ever mentioned that. What part?" There was a gleam of excitement in his eyes. Santiago shrugged off the last of his winter clothes, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and plopped himself down on the couch next to Mira in still wet jeans and a wife beater. He shook his head as the question bounced back to him. "Nada. Work on mi musica maybe? But if we lose power that's fucked."

"Anything I want? Okay, high roller. Risky deal." She announced with an overdramatic display of picking up the drinks menu before she set it right back down and ordered a glass of red. Her eyes moved back to Santiago as the server shuffled away. "You're damaging my reputation out here, by the way. If I'm really boring, you're faking those laughs. Don't bruise a poor woman's ego by faking it. I guess you are buying me a drink though, so maybe you're forgiven."

Santiago tsked with a smile, leaning over the table slightly to be closer to Sophia. "Can't be boring and funny? Maybe you're a special case bonbon," he winked. They were purely friends now, but hey, the man liked to flirt.

Billie could already feel the concern spreading in her chest as she waited in the line. She hated seeing people she cared about getting hurt (like any normal person, she supposed), but why hadn't Christine just told her before she'd turned up? She didn't have to force herself to show up for Billie... even though she had insisted she needed to get out anyway. Which Billie could understand. She'd gone stir crazy when she'd been limited because of incidents.

Billie's distress was what Christine really wanted to avoid. Honestly the whole thing was more embarrassing than anything. She's old and uncoordinated, simple as that. No need for the younger woman to get so concerned over her, though it was a sweet gesture. She rolled her eyes, not bothered by the rambling. "It was supposed to be a surprise. Unfortunately my cynicism proved right this time. But don't worry, I'm fine. Nothing broken. Honestly it looks worse than it is."

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Christine was cozy in one of the lounge chairs next to the couch, book in her hands and a mug of tea on the coffee table when Hunter barged into her apartment. What was with this family and a lack of boundaries? What if she had someone over? Or decided to get into naked yoga? She snorted out a laugh at her nephew's complaining. "Ah right, your generation doesn't remember a world without internet," she teased. "At the risk of sounding old, back in my day we played boardgames. Read. You know, those crazy things that don't need wifi."

Billie watched her sister with a steady expression, eyes following the motions as she sank the shot with only mild discomfort before settling back on the couch. She'd learnt very quickly not to try and compete with the other when it came to drinking. The chocolate came next, and when Kayla mentioned the titmouse again, Billie just shrugged. The adorable lil tufted bird could definitely wait, especially when Billie could feel the 'different' energy coming off of Kayla.

As naturally as breathing her arms wound around her sister, Kayla resting her cheek atop Billie's head. She considered the question, mulling over her own emotions. "Mmm, yeah, mostly pissed, I think? Like who the fuck are they to tell me how to live my life? I joined the force because I want to be the change I want to see. I don't need some granola crunch Karen judging me when I'm the one doing something with myself....even if all I'm ever doing is corralling drunks and rescuing the occasional lost dog."

"I would take a class full of five year olds who see the world through the most magical lens than a room packed with young adults who can't even believe in the value of a sandbox." Sophia declared with a beaming grin as she propped her chin in her hand and kept her eyes on the man in front of her. "Not to say I don't get frustrated, but it's easy to remember they're just so small and learning who they are. I'd find it harder to let a college student off the hook for throwing a toy at his friend."

His expression turned thoughtful. "Huh. I've never thought of it like that. I certainly can see the appeal then. Might be one of those things I'll just take your word for," Edgar winked playfully.

At least Myles had the decency to appear sheepish as Evangeline gave them that look. "I like the ice cream, alright?" he said almost defensively. At her questions they let out a long sigh, taking a moment to scoop more ice cream into their mouth in favor of answering right.

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Kayla poked her head up from the couch, snorting at the questions. "Carmen's over at her brother's. And if I said no on the thermostat would you fix it?" She teased. "I should be good, Ange. But thanks. You wanting any help with your good samaritan stuff tomorrow? I know I told Mom I'd keep an eye on you but you know you can always tell me to fuck off, right?"

Lizzie nodded, shrugging at the follow up question. "I mean, yeah. But they deserved it. Or I had to, cuz Petr told me it'd help." She didn't see the problem with either of these things.

His own expression turned more neutral as he mulled over Arturo's words. "So then why did you change statements the second time? Help me understand, please. Someone died, Mr. Barrera. Shouldn't his family have closure?"

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He lifted a brow at her reply. "I know you, Princesa. You've got your pouty face on. Have for a couple months now. C'mon you know you can talk to me right?"

His eyes widened. "No way! Nothing's more important than tu culo!" Santiago was being absolutely genuine. He bit his lip, feeling guilty for ignoring Violet when they were supposed to be hanging out. "Lo siento Violita. I just..." a sigh as he considered what to say. To explain what was going on in his head. "Have you...ever cared a fuck ton about someone but know you can't ever have them?"

He couldn't help the snort of amusement as he shook his head. "Aren't you an influencer or something like that? Papa's wisdom might have missed a few key steps." Shaking his head, Edgar's smile turned warmer. "How have you been Violet? Still deciding if the move was worth it?"