#flipspages

“Miss R&I...” he said with a lopsided smirk as he walked over to her desk. “You know, I always hear your voice over on the line, but I never do you the courtesy of stopping by in person.” In his hand was a new phone-book. There was a switch out of books around the station. Considering he was on his way down to the department, he volunteered to hand this copy personally to the woman who’s done perhaps half of his own - and perhaps the whole damned department’s - investigative work. “Here’s a little present for you, sister.”

“Oh...” he said as he fumbled with a dark green box that contained tons of supposed ‘files’ that he was told to bring down to R&I. He placed the box over onto her desk carefully before stepping away and tried not to look confused. The way she asked so incredulously put doubt on his mind - Cole swore it was a simply a courier task. “Well, the detectives over at traffic said I should make an appearance. I was told to drop this off with someone from R&I and introduced myself. I’m detective Cole Phelps in the Traffic division. I started this week so you may have to forgive me if I’m in the wrong neck of the woods.” he said courteously  before removing his hat and offering his hand over to her.

Staring at the white screen certainly wasn’t helping matters much as the words began to blur together, a faint aura, and so his fingertips left the keyboard in favor of removing his glasses and pinching at the bridge of his nose.

“Hello?  I... ah, I didn’t realize this thing was on.”

Dinner Date aesthetic ♥

“How would you know?” Roy responded bitterly. “You ever seen one?” He wheezed out a sardonic laugh, limping as he did so and hoping to maintain some sense of his swiftly-shattering dignity. His attempt at deflection as they entered the hospital’s busy Emergency Ward was undermined by the pain that he felt radiating from the barely-concealed wound… and the sense of apprehension he felt around medical professionals. He’d been on enough cases to know who the real scum of Los Angeles was.

"Just… don’t say a word," he said in a harsh, hushed tone as he looked down at her. Girls had a tendency to make all kinds of shrill noises in situations like this, yet another thing that he’d like to prevent if at all possible. Though Roy spoke calmly, his eyes were somewhat wild. "It’s not what it looks like."

It was hot. Too damned hot.Jacket discarded and shirt unbuttoned, Roy swaggered across the room upon hearing the front door to his apartment open. Leaning in the entryway between the living room and the vestibule, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and the tumbler of bourbon in his hand was half-empty… the glass already warming up in the heat of his palm. His bare chest was saturated in sweat, the unexpected heat-wave catching all of Los Angeles off-guard. He might as well have been thrown into a pyre at this rate, so Roy did the one thing he knew could always cool him down… Grab a nice, cold drink… and wait for company."It’s about damn time. Was wondering when you’d show up," Roy said, once his visitor stepped through the doorway. His voice was heavy in his chest, words slurred and husky from desire and exhaustion. Blue eyes glazed, he looked her up and down. She was all legs today… a green, knee-length dress and matching high-heels, with makeup smudged and smoky, courtesy of the infernal heat. With a nod of his head and another sip of his drink, Roy took a couple of fumbling steps towards his newest flame."Wouldn’t want to finish off the bottle by myself, now would I?"