turn and draw

Fucking cops. Iris hated the LVPD with every bone in her body and having one in the bar made her stomach tie itself into a knot, but she would rather not help someone who was going to kill random people if she could help it ( even if she was labeled a snitch but the cat's didn't do this type of shit so she knew it wasn't one of them ). Looking at the photo and raising an eyebrow for a moment she sighed. "That dude looks like all the tweakers i've seen in here-" She really looked for another moment and then blinked grabbing two beer glasses to put away with a shrug. "Nope, I haven't seen him in here- I wasn't working last night got off early so if he did come it wasn't with me- If you have a picture I can put it up in the back to see if anyone else has noticed him. As for our booze we seem to be okay sir."

"thanks for the help anyway." he can recognize the body language fairly easily. and he understood the hate for cops. hell, he was a cop and hated the whole entire shill of it all. he was living proof that cops were nothing but corrupt sons of bitches with a penchant for drink and violence.

but still, he wasn't always an asshole. so, he tries for an easy smile. the softening of his eyes. it worked on ... some of the ladies in lv. just not a lot of them. but the more silver hair he seemed to get, the more people began to appreciate it. he just hoped he never got into dirty old geriatric territory. he'd go patrolling the old folks home if it ever got that far.

"down, kitty. i'm just makin' polite conversation." then, a beat. "you look nice."

he crosses his arms and watches her for a moment. "well, i'm sure the weisses will do what the weisses do best. thankfully, i'm about three notches lower than the lowest grunt. so my need to know basis is that i need to know nothing. but you guys look like you have it figured out at least. or are in the process of it. i'm just worried about the arsonist that i've been chasing down. never saw the joy in starting a fire."

The show wasn't starting just yet, it was more the warm up- making sure the lights hit just right and the microphone didn't screech like a banshee when Melissa went to sing into it. Shaking her hands as she took a step towards the mike, opening her mouth before she caught a glimpse of a figure sitting out in the rows. Squinting through the stage lights and putting her hand over her eyes to shield them from the blaring things she tried to make out any kind of form she could while up on the stage. "Um I'm so sorry but the show isn't starting for another good few hours- are you here to meet someone or are you still leftover from last night because from what I was told it went on for quite awhile after I left." She laughed nervously, walking off the stage patting her side down looking for the knife that she always kept by her side.

"just here to talk to somebody in charge about some runaway arsonist last night. apparently he stole a bunch of alcohol from a bunch of places. fires... etcetera. i'm uh... helping out the arson division since they're so spread thin."

the regrets from last night haunt Bambi like a ghost clinging to her shoulders yelling into her ears, makeup smudged around her eyes and her heaviest sunglasses on her face to hopefully cover the suns evil rays; to say Bambi was hung over was like saying water was in fact wet- it was stating the obvious. She groaned ruffling through her bag looking for her keys as she tried to remember where she last put them, praying she didn’t leave them at her friends apartment ( she probably did ) and closed her eyes taking a deep breathe to quell the rising nausea that was forming in her gut. A thought came to mind as she took a sharp breathe in to take another look into the laptop case that was slung over her shoulder letting out a soft noise of joy and then a quick groan as she wrapped her hands around the spare set that she always kept in that very bag, the ones she knew she might need some day in case of her stupidity. Jumping wildly as she heard someone behind her and whipping around clutching a can of pepper spray she breathed . “That is a fucking good way to get maxed or worse, Jesus wear a bell or something god.”

ty tilts his head. "you doing okay? you look a bit.... well. hungover, honestly. you're one of the techs, right? you wanna go get some gross greasy food? i'll buy."

ty knew the shit that a hangover brought. least he could do was be nice.

The post new year bash that had most of the town curled up with their hair of the dog honestly made Iris chuckle just a bit on the inside, she wasn't really that sorry for most people who choose to get so black out drunk that they needed booze first thing in the day as to not vomit their lungs out. Polishing a shot glass as she leaned back on the counter behind her with a twisted small little smile on her face for a single moment, blood stained crystal eyes looking around the room at a crowd of mostly regulars sipping at their drinks for a moment; the once chaotic bar almost calm for a change which normally would have Iris on her toes but right now she was just enjoying the early shift. She was just thinking that between the calm and the noise from that loud night before she liked the quiet until she heard the door open bringing a new face with it, quickly pushing off the back counter with a soft sigh she slipped the shot-glass back to it's place. "How are you doing after last night?" She asked with a soft tone added to her voice, leaning forward on the counter before her. “And what can I get you today?” She smiled, voice soft just in case they were suffering from a hangover much like most of the people sitting around

"surprisingly better than most." he grins. "i'm what you call an alcoholic, so i am well versed in the water to alcohol ratio i need every night. but as much as i appreciate the offer, i come in search of information more than hooch. though, i'll see you when i'm off work."

a sly grin.

"looking for a bad actor, if you don't mind. here last night. may or may not have swiped some bottles from your inventory. i'm helping out with the arson cases today since they're spread a bit thin at the moment."

a raise of his hands. "in my defense... i was incredibly wasted when she did it. and that bathroom was tiny. so. very uncomfortable."

he inclined his head. "as for the interesting story. there was the time i handcuffed a stripper in one of those little cages where they dance. and as someone who's not too fond of heights or exceedingly tall heels, it was quite interesting."

...

"or something like that. the radiator isn't always guaranteed. but if you're not interested in my old man cop stories, by all means. regale me with all your fun stories."

a quirk of a brow. a shit eating grin.

"will you tell me of the time you played croquet? or lacrosse? that's a rich people sport."

huh. that was undoubtedly weird, to say the least. how could one get handcuffed to a radiator? he probably pissed her off ; that was all they could think about now, but he immediately moved on after being told not to ask. even if he was joking, they couldn’t decipher whether the man was being serious or not. bless their heart.

"cop capacity? i had to hop in one of those little cages that they put exotic dancers? she had a warrant. forgot that cops visit strip clubs too." he snorts.

"as for fun, well. there was that time i was cuffed to a different ex's bed once. but I was upside down. all the blood rushed to my head instead of where it was supposed to go, and he ended up having to take me to the hospital." a laugh.

the woman chuckled at the other before pulling a face. "jet fuel? now, that's a new one. it's said to be expensive." that was her idea of a joke and although she could be humorous, it was usually dry. looking back, she was probably drinking the exact same thing on her early tour days. of course, the more money the made, the more she would allow to be used on partying. that had been a grave mistake. raising her eyebrows at the mention of cosmopolitans, a sigh escaped her.

"if you don't like it, though. i'll drink it." a grin. "and i'll make the sacrifice and buy you a second, less offensive drink."

ty polishes off his drink as the next one is brought their way. he turns to face the mystery woman.

a shrug. "guess she wanted to skip town. but she didn't realize that one of the arson detectives visits that club a lot."

a smile and a swirl of his drink. a wistful gaze at the bottom of the glass.

he waves a hand absently. "making polite conversation. christ. kids these days. you'd rather be all gruff and moody."

he sips at his cheap whiskey, eyes flicking up to the neon sign that advertises beer. he should have started slower. he was already feeling a bit of a buzz from all the hard liquor. though a drinking problem was the least of his problems.

"you need a bit of an attitude adjustment. you'll never make any friends at bars like this acting that way. but i'll bite. what's wrong? boyfriend break up with you or something?"

As the man continued, he lifted his head slightly. The exhaustion deepened on his face for a moment. Before he tilted his head, blinking quickly and grinning toward the man, letting them finish with their handcuffing stories, “Wow. That's wild.” Azazel added, thinking then, “I've never been handcuffed before.” Pointing then, he grinned, “Done more handcuffing. Last person I handcuffed…to my bedpost.”

He paused, looking as if he had forgotten something, “Oh…shit… They are still there. I haven't been home in a couple of days.” Looking momentarily horrified, he brought his hands up to his face, “I didn't leave them any water.”

A long pause, then he laughed, “Joking. No one's handcuffed to my bed, at the moment.” He sighed and reached into his pocket for some cash, paying for his cheeseburger “Thanks.” He mumbled tiredly to the cashier before backing away and looking toward the stranger, “You…a cop? Or a sexual deviant? Not that I'm judging.” Much.

a grin curls on his lips when the other comments on how late he was at this wendy's.

"i could have told you that nothing good happens at wendy's after 7 p.m." he shrugs and listens. then, it's his turn to make a face. he goes halfway into cop mode. not the first sex partner forgetting handcuffed to a bed that he'd had to deal with. life as a beat cop taught him that people were freaky.

then, relief. mostly that no one was currently dying of dehydration.

"cop."

he turns to the cashier. "pepper jack bacon cheeseburger, please. the meal. coke to drink." he pays with cash, glancing towards his new friend. well. person that he was talking to at a wendy's of all places.

"though i've dabbled in sexual deviancy. i like to be dominated by mean women from time to time."

he's mostly joking.

Her head tilts, his lamenting causing a dark gaze to narrow at him ever so slightly. There's a faint rise in her posture, as if she weren't nearly a foot smaller than him, as though she needed to lean forward to loom at all. Toni hums, unbothered. "Aren't you a gentleman," a small brow raise. "I don't buy drinks based on income, I buy them based on effort, and you're the one angling for charity."

Her eyes flick over him, sharp and unembarrassed, cataloguing a bad habit she tolerates. Her standards were far higher than this, so perhaps it's petty, the way his grin pisses her off, the way she signals for the bartender and orders one whiskey. When it's sat in front of them, she takes it swiftly, lips pressed to the rim. She just barely manages to suppress a vindictive quirk of her lips. "Vegas never disappoints."

Toni leans in again, this time her teeth flashing in her smile. "Don't push your luck, Ty."

his eyes crinkle when he smiles at her, a genuine sort of thing. he quirks his brow when the whiskey is ordered, and he goes to reach for it, missing it as she snatches it.

he watches her sip. don't push your luck, ty.

he watches her, and a strange look passes over his face. it's a mix of admiration and something else.

he passes it off with a scoff and a laugh, ordering a whiskey for himself this time and side eying her.