Josephine was sitting on a bench at the park just across the apartment complex, the light of a near street pole allowing her to watch the movement around the place, one of her arms was proped on the backrest and the other lay on her lap, a cigarette tugged between her fingers. This, maybe, was one of the very few things she have come to like about this town, enjoying the almost quietness of the night. Someone walked past her and as Jo took a drag, she saw how something fell behind the person; whistling, she called their attention. “Dude, you just dropped something!”

“You would think by this point people would have more clever pick-ups lines than ‘Oh, you’re a detective? You must love handcuffs.’ Fucking idiots.”

There was usually always a spring in her step as she entered a bar, her gait buoyed by anticipation of the good night to come, but tonight Lalita was feeling especially happy despite how long her shift had been. Making her way over to the bar, the brunette spotted someone who seemed to be on their own and without hesitation took up the space next to them while directing a grin their way. “It’s your lucky night because I’m feeling generous so I’m going to have something with vodka in it and you can have your poison of choice on me.” Holding a finger up with dramatic flair done entirely in jest, the nurse hope to cut off any protests before they can come. “One time only offer and I promise there’s no catch.” As she pulled her purse out of her bag a brow is raised in their direction. “So what will it be?”

It was hard to keep Gabriel’s attention but incredibly easy to catch it. There was a fickleness about him which meant that somehow his gaze always got drawn to what he considered the most exciting or entertaining thing in a room. The only person exempt from this treatment was his son when he always considered the young boy the best focus for his attention. Currently his attention was fixed on a couple having a blazing domestic in the middle of the street. There was an undeniable look of amusement on his face as he watched the scene unfold, unable to keep himself from snickering slightly as the insults grew louder. Shifting in his seat slightly, he leaned closer to no one in particular before speaking. “You think they get off on the attention? They gotta know that everyone’s zoning in on them.”

A bar might not have seemed like the best place to get some work done but when she needed focus the quiet just drowned everything out. Tucked away in a corner nursing a glass of scotch, the brunette was busy brainstorming about a case when a shadow fell over her table. With a smooth movement she flipped over the napkin she’d been scribbling her thoughts on and looked up to see who seemed to need her attention. As ever her tone was neutral, never truly off the job and determined to be seen as someone approachable if there was a problem - no matter where their loyalties lay. A reassuring smile flicker over her lips as she posed her question. “Something I can help you with?”