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@ffsrick-bar-blog
“Night shifts always kick my ass, I’m getting a coffee. Want anything?”
“Don’t I fucking know it.” His voice was husky and deep, revealing the tired state Rick was in. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed loudly. “Coffee sounds great, man. And, no donuts.” Rick narrowed his eyes slightly and put his hat back on before shutting the radio off that was attached at his hip.
“How long can you be awake before it’s considered a serious health problem? I’m asking for a friend, of course.”
“I believe they figured it was three days.” Rick mumbled, shifting his weight over to the side closest to her. He turned in his seat to look the girl in the face. “Are you sure you’re asking for a friend, though? No offense. You just seem like you’re not all there..”
“I want to go to the bar.. Come with me please? I just have gone alone five times already this week and the bartenders are beginning to question my motives. Make me look somewhat normal? I’ll buy you a drink?”
Again, Rick was doing what he does best and overheard another conversation. His eyes flashed over to see the blonde talking to who he assumed to be one of her friends, and they didn’t seem very interested. So, taking the initiative to butt into another conversation, he tapped her shoulder and grinned wide. “I couldn’t help but overhear... And, I’m available for a drink. I just got off duty, so I’d could use a beer.”
“True. Well, I’m not a new comer to this town. Born and raised here. Just moved back though after some recent events. ”
“Ah. I’ve been assuming all these pretty women I’ve met lately are new. Guess I definitely do look like an ass. I’m the new one. That’s the problem.” A chuckle surpassed his brims.
“I’m tempted to give them a piece of my mind. And I was actually born and raised here in Fairford.”
“Don’t bother. It’s an old man. He’s probably just angry that he can’t see through it. Very nosy, creepy bastard.” Her response made Rick laugh to himself. “Eh, I’m still new to town, so I haven’t seen you before.”
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margaret: hmmm i'm intrigued
margaret: I've always wanted to handcuff a guy ;)
rick: ah this may have just swung in a very interesting direction.
“Guess we’ll have to take a rain check then, yeah? Maybe have us some fun another day.” The grin never faltered, despite the man confessing to what his profession was. Nix had dealt with more than enough cops, given his own profession.
“I’ll hold you to it, bud.” the male commented. Rick held up a cigarette and nodded toward the other male. “You got a light? I left mine at my drug dealer’s house.” The last part was meant as a joke, but it was honestly a little less untrue than he’d verbally admit.
Even though she had done her best to to let the effects of the ball reiterate her actions, it was hard for Lucy to let go of that crippling feeling that she had been a failure and that she hadn’t done enough, even with her title, with her badge. She let her anger at the Brass Wolves and all the gangs in the world fuel her to do even better at her job, even though every single time she was away from her office, she was thinking of ways to take the gang down. She thought that with Dex’ help, they could definitely go a long way. However, her thinking process when she was roaming around on her shift was cut short when she found herself faced with a scenario at the park. “Lucille Wang, FBI. What’s going on?” She asked, her eyes cold.
Swinging around swiftly, Rick’s eyes landed on the agent. “Nothing. It was a joke.” he answered nonchalantly, turning around to look at the two people he’d approached. He nodded his head in a random direction, letting the two take off before turning back around to Lucille Wang. “FBI, huh?” he commented. His orbs moved to eye the girl curiously. “What are you doing in a place like fairford?”
“Leave those kids alone, Rick,” Persephone said airily as she walked past him and two people who looked like they were not even older than eighteen. She and Fredrick were on alright terms because he was actually one of the less annoying cops in the town, and he has helped the gang out from time to time but she couldn’t help but still think of him as a kid in a uniform too big for him, and also too young to consider himself all figured out. “Are you done harassing them now?” Persephone asked with a raised eyebrow.
The voice behind Rick made his eyes roll before he even turned around. He knew who it was and he wasn’t exactly thrilled, but it could have been worse. With a flick of his hand toward the two he’d approached to let them know to leave, he turned around to face Persephone. “You may be all high and mighty, but that doesn’t mean you get to tell me what to do, your highness.” he retorted, bowing toward the end of his sentence to add extra sarcasm. After allowing a subtle grin to take over on his features. he took a deep inhale through his nose and let both brows arched upward. “Why? Did you want to harass me now?”
“No, I know that there’s crumbs in my shirt right now, but I’m just saving it for later. Breads crumbs won’t go bad in just a day. It’s okay to consume at any point before I take a shower tonight. Anyway, what did you want to tell me?”
Rick’s eyes were wide, a brow arched high as he watched the girl eating. One she was done speaking, he tapped his fingers against the side of his cup. “All I was going to say was that I paid five bucks for that sandwich you just took from my table, and that I either expect my money back or for you to get me a new one.”
Send me 3 names for FUCK, MARRY, KILL
“Wow what th- did you see that? I just had a couple of beers and 5 shots there’s no way I’m dreaming.”
Rick’s eyes were still glued on the two girls that had run past them as he answered. “If you’re seeing what I’m seeing, it’s either someone put something in my drink and we’re in some kind of weird same wave-length dreaming shit, or,” he turned to face the other male. “and bare with me because this one’s a little out there... Maybe some chicks are actually running around topless. And, what’s even more,” Rick let out a loud, mocking huff. “outrageous, is that you’re standing here, talking about it instead of running after them and asking for their number.”
“It’s a cliche to have a gangster waiting for you while smoking his cigarette, what matters however, is whatever you have to tell me. Hopefully something important..”
With a smug look on his face, Rick approached Nolan and sat in the seat across from him. “That depends on your definition of importance.” He reached inside of his coat and pulled out an envelope full of photos, sliding them across the table toward the male. “These were handed over to me today. New guy has eyes on your guys. He was making accusations, claiming there were some drugs in the mix.” Rick leaned back in his seat. “Though, we both know that nothing like that is involved in your meet-ups, and I’m sure I can make this issue disappear.. Given the right incentive.”
With all that had happened during the chaotic month of July, Mikk had been staying out later and later, desperate to claw his way out of going home. His flat was quiet and dingy and smelled like weed and chocolate. (The scent wasn’t necessarily awful, but it was a constant reminder of where he really sat in life.) It was with this desperation that he’d practically begged some random lad from his contact list, to pull a stupid act at 11 in the PM.
Mikk peered over at the young face, lips about to part in defence when his so-called “friend”, booked it through the grass. He gaped at the running figure before frowning at the presumed officer. “Now look what y’done! Y’ruined m’night.” He was a pair of jeans away from jumping into a pond that for reasons Mikk wasn’t sure of, was restricted.
He shrugged his shoulders and gave the male an innocent expression. “Don’t ask me to call him back. I mean, you were about to break a law. Fight or flight, am I right?” Rick laughed softly and fished a cigarette from his pack before holding it between his lips. When he spoke again, the cigarette hung from his lips, nearly falling to the floor. “Either way, I really couldn’t give a shit. I’m off duty as it is, so do what you want. As long as you give me enough time to get out of here if you do decide to break a law or two.” His shoulders rocked in a shrug before he lit the cigarette, the end turning a bright cherry red for a long second as he inhaled deeply. A cloud of smoke pushed between the two of them a second later. “So, did I really ruin your night, or are you gonna continue to bitch and moan.”
She didn’t actually know the person who had approached her, except through Carter. The head of drugs herself had been personally dealing to the man, and Rowan had seen him around a few times, when she and Cater had still been… whatever they were. When he approached Rowan, desperate for a fix, she didn’t want to get involved. But she said she would find out what she could do for him, placated him enough to get him off her back, when another man interrupted her conversation. She rolled her eyes, angrily gestured the customer away and turned back to the newcomer. “If you were going to arrest me, you should’ve done it before now, Rick.”
“You just like the idea of me putting you in handcuffs, Rowan.” he commented. His face instantly changed to a new and more amused expression. “Don’t deny it. You’ll only hurt yourself. And that’s something I really don’t plan on doing.” Reaching his hand back into his pocket, he fished out the handcuffs and let them hang from his finger. “But, I mean, your hands being cuffed behind your back will keep you from hurting yourself.” A wide and knowing grin pushed across his features after her finished his comment and replaced the silver bracelets back into their original spot in his pocket.
“Oh wow, I’m shakin’ in my boots.” Letty replied once she turned around and noticed who is was. “Do you cops all read from the same handbook? Cause I swear you guys need to get a better line.”
A loud chuckle pushed passed his lips and he gave the girl a wide smile. “Trust me, if I was feeding you a line it’d be much better. A nice looking girl like you? You don’t deserve such ‘generic lines’. You deserve a beer.”
It hadn’t been Roman’s idea to meet up in the middle of the park at one am to make a sale, it had been his customer. Sure, he knew he could get away with it, he’d done it a million times before, and it wasn’t like he could tell the customer no considering the money that was in play, but he never cared to be that out in the open. But what came along with his job, was the fact that he could sense when other people were around, people who could ruin everything. Quietly he told his customer to scram, leaning against the chain fence as Rick made his way towards him. “You could, yeah.” Roman replied, a grin on his face as he placed the weapon back in it’s case. “However, I don’t think you will.. given the right amount of money.”
He watched as the other person disappeared into the night. Not a care in the world who he was standing next to or if there was going to be a bullet in his head in the next minute or not. “Money, eh?” Rick lit a cigarette and took a long drag, pondering the thought slowly. “What are we talkin’? Double zeros? Triple?” A smirk pulled his lips up at the corners.
