Text Message: RB [heart emoji]
Jessica: OMG I'M RUNNING LATE I'M SO SORRY! [D: emoji]
Jessica: I'll get changed at the precinct real quick and meet you at the bar instead of at home?
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Text Message: RB [heart emoji]
Jessica: OMG I'M RUNNING LATE I'M SO SORRY! [D: emoji]
Jessica: I'll get changed at the precinct real quick and meet you at the bar instead of at home?

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Fireworks [Randy and Jessica]
Jessica was cutting it close, dangerously close, to midnight. And a large part of her still hadn't quite figured out exactly what happened when she suddenly burst out of celebrations with the RPD crew, a hasty 'I'm sorry, I've got to go' slipping from her lips as she quickly left the building, trying to hail a taxi and send a text message at the same time. She'd been nursing her drink. She'd been smiling and laughing along with her coworkers' jokes. She'd been having the time of her life, when it suddenly hit her; this is ridiculously fun, but this isn't where I'm supposed to be right now. As if supposed to was even a real thing in this situation.
It was an instinct that she went with, anyway. Halfway across town, what she finally sent Randy was this: Hey, I'm coming over. I'm letting myself in. xx
There was too much traffic. The cab moved too slowly. Everybody should have known better than to try to get anywhere this close to the new year, and yet nobody, it seemed, did. When she finally got close enough to make it on foot the last distance, Jessica promptly paid the cab driver and rushed out into the street, heels hitting the pavement as she half-jogged, half-ran, until she reached the familiar building.
Slipping her key into the lock--she had a key, she was still adjusting to that, but she certainly loved using it--the redhead took careful steps through the door, ginger locks pinned to one side but slightly mussed up after her sprint down the street. "RB?" She dropped her keys into her purse, then dropped her purse onto the floor, then kicked her heels off and padded into the apartment. "I brought champagne! And plastic champagne glasses, because I'm pretty sure you don't have them, which is a travesty, by the way." As she reached the living room--bottle and disposable flutes in hand--the dark blue, silky, shiny dress she'd bought especially for the night caught the overhead light, shimmering under it. "Honestly, do I need to explain New Years Eve to you, too?"
Let's Waste Time Chasing Cars ;;
Summary: Snapshots from Christmas in Los Angeles. Features: Randy Boggs, Andrew West, Jocelyn West
It's late in the afternoon on Christmas Eve when they're speeding down the road on his motorcycle.
"I promise she'll be safe," Randy tries to reassure her father shortly before they leave the house. "I brought an extra helmet in case. And I won't go fast."
Captain Andrew West simply lets out a short 'hah' and gives the man a polite nod. "I appreciate that, but if I know my daughter correctly, she'll want you to go as fast as you can."
Text Message: RB ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
Jessica: It is now past midnight! Do you know what that means? IT MEANS THAT IT'S OFFICIALLY YOUR BIRTHDAY! [cake emoji] [confetti emoji] [present emoji]
Jessica: Text me when you and Archie wake up. I have a number of promises to make good on. [heart emoji]
Regium + text posts
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Well, that session had been predictably depressing. He hated gyms, they felt restricting and oppressive. If he had to jog, he would rather look at trees than sweaty middle-aged men. But, that was where Maslowe had him doing him exercise so, red-faced and damp all over, he was stepping out of the shower not long after having said goodbye to him. Securing the towel around his waist with one hand, he opened his locker with the other, and only noticed the person next to him after he'd smacked him in the nose with the locker door.
"Shit, sorry," he cried, slamming it shut and looking at the man with worry. "Sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't see you. Are you okay?"