that's life baby

The corner of Giada's mouth curved into a small, approving smile as she returned Tyler's hug with surprising ease, one hand resting briefly against his shoulder before pulling away. "Ciao, honey." she greeted, taking a moment to study him. "Well, I should hope people were worried. It would've been terribly insulting otherwise." There was a brief pause. "Though I must confess, the lack of faith in my ability to survive a silly little gunshot has been equally as offensive."

a small smile forms on his lips with her admission. the only way he'd been worried if he'd heard officially she was dead. then and only then would he worry about a gunshot actually killing her. it was insulting on his end if others thought his confidence meant indifference to her attack and recovery. the smile fades as he looks to her in a position she never should have been in. " do you think it was personal? " he wants to know her answer, her thoughts on the matter because surely she's had time to think and when you've had the time to think, you really think and besides, he liked discussing the more intellectual things, surprisingly.

" i'm fine. " he had a tone that was straight forward and simple. " really. " tyler's emotional front has always been as solid, strong and steady as a stone wall with impenetrable foundation. there was no deception or an attempt to convince her or himself.

"n-no, it's not that, it's--" well, rosa could've pretended it was a personal preference thing any other day. but the way she'd scrunched her nose as she'd taken a test bite of the cookies had given her away far too quickly, she had immediately wanted to apologise, but she nearly choked on the cookie in her mouth, and the whole thing had seemed awkward at best and like an assassination attempt at worst. "it's -- it's just a lot of cinnamon," rosa managed to choke out. "d-don't worry, though. we can totally still fix this. don't even worry about it---"

" there's never a thing as too much cinnamon. " except rosa's ability to choke out her next words tell her otherwise. " unless there is.. " reaching for her phone to recheck the instructions, it's clear she mixed up the measurements which honestly, wasn't hard for her to do with all the text messages on the side she paid more attention to than the baking instructions. " my bad. " she sets the phone on the counter, a large sigh of frustration as she pinches the bridge of her nose. " three new batches in less than six hours? our very own mission impossible. " that was, if rosa didn't die from cinnamon poisoning first or just food poisoning in general. it's always been known to stay away from reyna's cooking. " this would honestly have been so much simpler if i just lied and said no, i can't do it, i'm busy but goddamn it if i didn't. " she was in venting territory solely with the frustrations with herself as the heat was filling up in her cheeks. a breath sucked in. " you ever feel like you're just way too goddamn nice and considerate? because i sure as hell do. " she sighs once more.

starter:   helena   &   scottie   vance   (   @cstlavietes   ) setting:   utp!

it was a harmless little stunt really, delivering the already angry woman the wrong coffee when she mistook scottie for a barista (how that happens, she does not know) for her to then turn her attention to the husband who was accused of getting it wrong. entertaining nonetheless and she got to overhear some juicy inside drama between them that really should have stayed between them in privacy but hey, free tmz. " lover's quarrel. people really like bringing it past their front doors. "

"you know, i hear that a lot. never makes it any more fuckin' true," hani dryly joked, hands loosely propped up against her hips. there hadn't really been any reason to stop when she saw reyna on her patrol round, but she'd given in to temptation. the last time they'd seen one another, hani and her colleagues'd had to keep the woman from beating someone bloody, with hani making the final arrest. it was a slow night tonight. many nights since the bombing had been quieter. "i'm on duty tonight, so if you're planning on picking a fight, you'd be making my night a lot less boring." it was a joke more than anything, but it would be a considerable help in waking hani up a bit.

" probably because it is likely bullshit. " if there's anything she has doubts about when it comes to human nature, it's that others can fully change. a zebra changing its stripes... doesn't sound natural to her. " that's bait if i've ever heard of it. " an officer giving a pass if she decided to get into a fight? that was the biggest bait and reyna wasn't biting as much as she loved the idea of a cop looking the other way so she could put some dumbass in their place. " it's too bad you're on duty or i'd suggest we kick it with some crazy shots down at salty. " it might have sounded absolutely crazy to suggest that with the cop that arrested you and a cop at that but she meant it: she'd been down, why not.

Soph learned early on that Reyna was an acquired taste, one she liked. She was a little out there and a little crazy, but she liked that. Soph couldn't help but laugh, "Oh my god, Reyna." She shook her head at the girl. "You are insane; you are going to get yourself arrested." Though that wouldn't be surprising. "How can you tell me that crazy ass shit and then ask to be in charge of my child?" Her tone was light, though, with hints of amusement and poking fun at her friend.

location: at a bar

there's a sigh as his fist hangs tight on the back of nicky's jacket, already feeling the regret of agreeing to get a drink with him. one. one he said and one he had but nicky was looking for more and found it. it was like trying to wrangle a child who was taking the bait of mean words by other kids on the playground. " no. " he can feel nicky tugging away and a less than subtle yank back to him as if that was another hint of no. he knows it must grate nicky's skin to hear the laughs, one asking do you have a problem dickhead? to that, even tyler has to contain a scoff and a smile. oh how easy it would have been to shut him but it was public and all in all, not in the best interest for either of them to cause a scene. tyler knows when to pick and choose his battles and this one was certainly not one of them. " he's shutting the fuck up, " grabbing his collar more harshly attempting to head for the exit. " shut up, nick. " it was asking for the impossible but he certainly didn't feel like explaining to one of the bosses why he allowed nicky to do something so incredibly idiotic. " the fuck do you think you're doing? "