#ivy2

Danny yawned as he checked his phone for the time. Having the weekend off was so much better now that he actually had a reason to stay in after dancing all night with Ivy--which, was still weird to him, if he was being honest, but he promised her not to judge. The night before had been--to say the least, interesting... he wondered for a second if Ivy would have kissed him and wanted to sleep with him if she hadn’t drank anything... and as much as he caught himself wanting to kiss Ivy again, all of those thoughts were blocked by warnings that they were partners and they already had it rough at the precinct... getting involved like that would only make things worse.

He was interrupted by the buzzer ringing, which he furrowed his brows upon hearing that it was Ivy downstairs, but still buzzed her in. Dan had literally 2 minutes to put on a shirt before there were knocks on the door.

“Hey Ivy, what’s up?”

Jared was blessed with natural good looks and he knew it and was pleased about it. He had to put some effort in to look the level of presentable he wanted to achieve, but really, he knew he had a handsome face. He'd had enough girls, boys, men, and women telling him about his cheek bones and jaw line to understand his appeal from a young age. Being a self-adsorbed egoist helped too of course.

He didn't spend an inordinate amount of time getting ready for the dance, but he was careful in his approach. He'd gotten his tux weeks ago when the event was announced and shoes and a watch were simple accessories to choose from his wardrobe. Showered, shaved and hair styled, he was ready to leave before Brylee and called out a parting greeting before heading out of the apartment. The evening was cool, but since th ewalk was so short, he didn't think an overcoat was necessary. The quick walk convinced him this guess had been correct.

Upon entering through the doors, Jared walked confidently to the front desk as he'd been instructed. He was neither looking forward to nor dreading being attached to someone for the whole evening - if they weren't to his liking, he'd just force them along with whatever he wanted to do. When he reached the front of the line though and signed in at his name, his eyebrows rose and he let out a low chuckle when he was partner was revealed: Ivy Koning. Now *that* was convenient. He stepped aside to wait in the designated area, a lazy smirk playing on his face as he surveyed the line to see if he could pick her out from the backs of heads he could see.