work hard, play hard

001. what they smell like:  aftershave and spices

002. how they sleep: on his side, with both arms stretched out in front of him.

003. what music they enjoy: he listens to all kinds of pop music; anything easygoing and fun is sure to be put into his playlist.

004. how much time they spend getting ready every morning: getting ready takes him 15 minutes tops: he showers, dries his hair, slaps on some hair gel and is ready to go.

005. their favorite thing to collect: he likes to collect comic books.

006. left or right-handed: right.

007. favourite sport: american football.

008. favourite touristy thing to do when traveling: taking pictures. a lot of them.

009. favourite kind of weather:  dry, lukewarm spring weather.

001. what they smell like: mostly undefinable shampoo and hints of perfume. 

002. how they sleep: she sleeps on her back with both arms laying down to her sides.

003. what music they enjoy: she mostly listens to rap, especially clichéd gangster rap.

004. how much time they spend getting ready every morning: evgenia is very vain and takes an hour to get ready in the morning, though her somewhat plain style often does not reflect this. she just makes sure to leave no hair out of place and no bruise visible.

005. their favorite thing to collect: she doesn't really collect things but she does indulge herself with an expensive pair of shoes or a particularly fancy perfume every few months.

006. left or right-handed: Right.

007. favourite sport: she doesn't watch sports much but she occasionally joins alexej in watching ice hockey. 

008. favourite touristy thing to do when traveling: she always likes to check out local markets.

009. favourite kind of weather:  dry, sunny days.

"Keep your hands where I can see them."

When you picked a career as a cop, it changed you. Altered you. If you let it, it would have you stop seeing people as people, but as prey and predators. Who to sniff out, and who to raise your hackles back at. Everyone was innocent until proven guilty, but if you looked hard enough, you could find the guilt in anyone and everyone.

The point was, of course, was that over time the job had a way of making even the most level headed a little paranoid. But that often times paid off; it saved her own neck plenty enough times, after all.

For a second there, Brandt really was going to explain just what a sandcastle is to Alexej, but quickly decides against it. Russian bastard.

Now, Brandt would like to say he’s indifferent as the other takes off his shirt, but, well, you could say Al’s wardrobe choices don’t really reflect what’s underneath. He has to appreciate that Alexej’s eyes wander, lest he catch Brandt looking. Which reminds him: sunglasses. All the hot bodies, none of the awkward confrontations. Truly, they are the pinnacle of human technology. 

How long has it been since Brandt’s had an honest-to-God, fun, free (basically: one that’s not filled with tireless drills and freezing waters) day at the beach? Sure, he spent plenty of time around the ocean during his time with the Navy, but those trips were only ever filled with breathing drills in freezing water or missions with bullets falling from the sky harder than rain.

But that’s just a mood-killer. Brandt’s here now and he’s ready to make the most of it. At his good old pal’s expense, no doubt.

Taking in Brandt's outfit, or lack thereof, he shrugs off his shirt too, letting his gaze wander to the other people occupying the beach. It settles on what appears to be a young woman sunbathing, a hat loosely draped over her head and her...backside facing him. He grins.