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Everything has to be perfect, replayed in Lara’s mind for the billionth time as she finished picking up the pieces which once upon a time made a sculpture bust of Dionysus– the Greek God of wine and festivities. Luckily for the clearly culprit, Lara didn’t see them do it– shamelessly knocking it over and destroying a work of art but she was quick to react, aware of little munchkins running around who could get hurt. Not to mention other tipsy guests. “Alright, I think I memorized you well, Bacchus. I could recreate you… I’m not a sculptor myself but this sculpting class I took in Istanbul? Incredible,” she told the broken pieces in her hand. It was alright, though. Everything was alright. The situation was under control– she reminded herself as she took a glance at the beaming newlyweds. However, the reception wasn’t over yet which meant her mission wasn’t over. “Hey,” she called out, pulling the nearest person closer to her. “Does the Brit with… Plastic fruit in her hat look suspicious to you?”
“not usually, no. but there is just one problem,” the redhead began to point out, “talking to the broken pieces as if they’re alive is a big contribution to seeming suspicious. so i don’t know the end result, but at least i’m the last person to judge you.” phee’s head gestured to their left, towards a posh gentleman in an overly expensive suit. “mister curled mustache over there might, though. i’d keep an eye out for gossip from him.” her grin matched her enthusiasm, offering hands where need be, “anything i can do to help? fair warning, i’m clumsy, but i mean well. most times.” after all, since having known cece for years as both a penpal and later a friend, phee wanted to avoid any worries or concerns for the bride.
PHEE HEGGINS ;
“ when a scot decides to attend a wedding, they bring their own flask. ”
maevalucie-b:
A smile formed at the Scot, giving a small nod. She couldn’t really stop her brain from overthinking it and it was making her even more nervous than before. She worked so hard to get to where she was. She even had a free ride to med school because of it. “Clinical Skills. It’s to work on doctor and patient relationships. Which…I won’t have because they are dead. And unless I missed something on the facts of life, but they don’t talk back,” she gave a shrug. “It’s a basic med school class, but kind of pointless on my end.” As she heard the question, she looked up at the redhead in thought. “Being a medical examiner is literally the only thing I’ve thought about doing since I was thirteen. My cousin is one and I saw her work her ass off to become one. There’s just some classes that don’t relate to what I’m doing, you know?”
phee responded with a lot of ‘mm’s’ and a lot of ‘ahh’s’ until she stood, at last, before the blonde with two cups of lavender tea. the redhead handed one over before taking a seat opposite of maeva. “look, i’m going to try and be real adult here, so listen to everything i say before i completely forget, okay?” the older woman joked, leaning back and taking the first sip of her tea. immediately, her body relaxed. “so, say you were driving down a road, aye? and you’ve been driving down this darn road for a long time. hours! but you know a few more, and you’ll get to where you’re going.” holding up her finger, as if fully convinced her comparison is a grand one, phee continued, “now - say you see a rock in the road. more like a small boulder. going to be a lift, need a bit of muscle. but you’ve got two options. you go and lift that rock/boulder/whatever and toss it aside, and keep going. or you turn your whole car around and go back for hours to the start of your trip. what’s your best bet?” smiling towards maeva, phee reassured her, “maeva, you’re going to move that stupid rock, and get where you’re going, and you’re going to be amazing. i know it’s tough, but they’re just small things. the classes, the doubts. i believe you can do it.”
vienna-calhoun:
“Wait five hundred dollars as a cash prize?” The redhead looked at the other, her eyes widening. “I work with guys that make millions and five hundred dollars is like gold for me,” she shook her head in thought. “I think they definitely would be amazed that there’s two redheads in the same room, let’s be real.” Vienna and Phee were always the people that others stared at. It’s rare to see one ginger in the room, let alone two, so they were always amused by it. “Literally the red devil. I wonder how many people just think we’re sisters. But, the money part is still tempting.”
“look, all i’m saying is...500 dollars earns us a night out without having to glance at the check. and if that’s not a blessing, i don’t know what is, to be honest,” the scottish woman carried on with laughter, pushing her hair back behind her ears. while the hair got to most people, phee had no doubt their matching looks also did the trick. she wasn’t a vain thing, but she knew she was a looker - at least to a damn pub. “we practically are, no? if anyone’s asking, when we definitely go to that wet t-shirt contest-” she teased, “-i’m telling all of them so. maybe it’ll boost the reward?”
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hvandenbrg:
“mate. you’re amazing.” harry stated. the most truthful fact he had spoken all day, as he stabbed with waffled with his fork. working this late wasn’t easy, especially not while he was still getting used to being a new father, and having… what even was this? very, very early breakfast? whatever the case, having a good meal with a friend was possibly the most relaxing thing he had experienced in a while. “i’m gonna have to hang out with you more often, it seems,” the blond said with a light chuckle, taking a sip from his coffee. “it’s fantastic. i didn’t know one could fall in love with waffles until now, and i owe you for that. might as well let kev know he’s no longer needed, yeah?” he joked.
“that’s what i’m saying,” mick muttered through a mouthful, careful to cover his mouth as he spoke to avoid an uncomfortable mess. “i swear on my life they make everything here fresh and homemade. you can just tell that shit apart from what you’re used to getting in the patrol car.” fast food, and not always the good kind. sometimes, whatever was fastest and tolerable and kept their energy up enough. “you really wanna test kevin like that? you got a death wish?” mick joked back, immensely fond of his childhood friend. mick and kevin might’ve been friends since their damn birth, but harry had managed to squeeze in there just fine and become their third musketeer. “so what’s going on with you, man? you got the baby, a wedding coming up too?”
ameliaxdonovan:
“Literally why,” Amelia spat, hands gesturing wildly, “what is the point of this? Either you’re going to give me a ticket or you’re going to write them one.” Again, she pointed violently at the culprit who’d sent her flying. She didn’t need this right now, not with everything else going on in her life. At least she’d escaped physically unscathed before but now? Well, that had gone out the window the moment she’d practically been launched from her bicycle. “I’m fine. I just don’t need some officer pretending like they give a shit when they’re just having a laugh,” her eyes narrowed and she wiped at her face again, going for her helmet buckle, incredibly grateful to have been wearing one in the first place. “I’ll get myself checked out, sir. I just need to know if I’m free to go or if you have a ticket for me.” Which she’d certainly contest. She knew that was a fact as she pulled the helmet off, wincing as she drew a hand to her head with a sigh. She really didn’t need this right now. At all.
“well, i gotta write up a report, and i need both parties involved to hang around while i do it. just in case i got any questions,” mick supposed, not entirely fibbing but not entirely necessary either. the last time he’d given her a ticket, she’d fought him on it. all the way to court, addressing the judge with the same frustration. the same flying arms and string of curses, too. more directed at himself, though. “and i do give a shit,” he corrected her with a small hint of seriousness. regardless of his fascination, mick didn’t want to be known as a half-assed cop. “i don’t want you running off in a storm and getting down the road and passing out in the middle of the street. not only ‘cause my boss would have my head, but it’d put you in more danger and it’d be my fault instead of his.” mick gestured briefly to their third wheel. “now sit tight. i’m gonna talk to our buddy here, get his information, hand him that ticket you’re so familiar with, and after - i’m gonna check you over. i already insist,” mick held up a hand, mouth wanting to curve into a smile but holding back for now. barely.
dixnagt:
“I’ll try not to.” His question made Diana stop for a second. It wasn’t something she liked to think about. What would come after her position as District Attorney? Would she able to just go back to being a regular prosecutor, working under someone else who might make all the wrong decisions? Or maybe she’d teach. Imagine that. A lot of the time, she couldn’t. She couldn’t imagine living the world behind, taking off her own uniform so to speak. “I think it depends on the person. On how much it takes over. How much you care. If you don’t care at all, I suppose it would be quite easy. Although if you don’t care, why do it at all?” She shrugged, eyes wondering over the precinct once again. “Do you have a dream? For what your retirement would be like?” She’d heard other cops talk sometimes, about moving out to the country or even going on a trip around Europe. It seemed that’s what got some people through their work, their dreams of after. Of when they felt like they had finally done enough. If anyone ever did feel like that, that is.
mick marked every word of her reply into memory. naturally, it depended. the simple answer was: there wasn’t a simple answer. some guys went home and left the force behind, some guys went home and listened to radios all goddamn day. mick knew he cared more than he should. he brought a lot of the baggage from work home, but silently. he didn’t want to worry joey; he was the one to keep things together, and how could he do that if he fell apart? “most guys go into it caring,” he started optimistically, pausing to clarify, “and women, and everyone. most cops go into it caring. it’s not usually a power trip, until down the road. then their intentions stray. i don’t know if it’s the opposite for lawyers?” he moved on from the topic as effortlessly as diana had, with a teasing chuckle to aid the transition. “mm, i’d like to stay in new york. maybe travel a bit, but i like it here. new york’s home. maybe find a wife, have some kids, get really fucking fat. hopefully from good food, and less from cheap beer. just be hella happy and retired. you?”
drmilliew:
“Did she tell you that she left me because she was in love with me? Because that’s what she told me and… man, I really had to go through so much shit to find that out. Really?” Millie asked the man before rolling her eyes. “What kind of bullshit is that? All this time I thought she left me because she hated me and… news flash, no Mills… she left you because she loved you. What the fuck?” Turning back to the cashier who gave her a dirty look, she glared. Sighing to herself as she grabbed her wallet, she turned over to look at him. “I hated myself because I thought I did something wrong… and that’s why she left. But now… I don’t even know who to hate anymore. I know it wasn’t my fault so who the fuck am I supposed to blame now?” Paying for her items, Millie grabbed her bag of groceries and began walking towards the exit. She had a lot to say, but she knew that Mick was not the one whom she should be saying them to.
no, she hadn’t. but again, it wasn’t mick’s place to push joey into telling him that shit. that was her own business, unless she made it his business. but now millie had. the dots started to connect. mick would have to check on jo back at home; no wonder she’d been so wrecked. mick stayed silent during most of her rant, knowing sometimes people just needed to get it off their chest more than get an answer in response. but at last, before she finally turned away to walk out, mick suggested in peace, “maybe you don’t gotta blame anyone. maybe you just take it as it was, and move on.” though he believed the blonde wouldn’t - not anytime soon, anyways. he watched her leave, moving his groceries onto the register belt.
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Kev: Practically every horror story or awful murder happened in a small town, i don't trust them
Kev: The bar is the only entertainment, went to the army museum but onevisit was enough
Kev: Ohhhh wild night? 😏
Mick: There's a goddamn reason for that, you better be sleeping with one eye open over there lmfao
Mick: ain't what you think. I had to babysit a friend's cat for a couple of nights
Mick: I swear to god that thing was possessed, maybe I oughtta ship it out to you to complete the picture huh?
adelaideblair-t:
“Coco breaks my heart. Pixar really knows how to get into your soul. Inside Out is another favorite of mine, also,” she smiled at him, giving a small nod. “My boss is Cecelia, so I moved to the states with her. I don’t know if I would still be in London or not. Never really thought about it.” Addy tilted her head in thought. She really didn’t think about what would have happened if she didn’t work for Cece. “Mate, your accent is blood horrible,” she teased, a smile forming on her face.
“i get that. when simba’s dad died in lion king - fucked me up. and when bambi’s mom dies. or when dumbo’s mom does that - rocking him with her trunk scene. it’s like... a kid can only handle so much depressing shit in their life. why you gotta go so damn hard?” mick said with a strong chuckle. “you mean the english royal? yeah my buddy’s about to marry her. small world, huh?” mick’s expression shifted to portray defensiveness, “hey now, i think my accent’s pretty good. i could make bbc if i wanted to.”
“Hey man, don’t be so down. You lost to the best.” Jackson boasted with a cocky smirk he knew could dig at the other man. All in the name of competition rather than malice. Slinging his now wet towel over his shoulder. They had just gone a few rounds and each threw good moves but luck happened to be on his side that day to win out the impromptu battle. “You know the rule right, Mack? Loser buys the drinks and I’m fucking thirsty after that toe to toe.”
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“yeah, pretty easy to lose when the other man likes to throw sucker punches,” mick teased, lip curling over his teeth. it was all talk; mick trusted jackson, explicitly in the ring. hence why he trained and competed against him. “you call me mack one more time and i’mma whoop your ass,” mick promised his friend, accepting the terms of their agreement. loser bought drinks - no matter what side he ended up on at the end of their days. “where you wanna go this time? riccardo’s, again? might be packed right now.”
This is a place where I don’t feel alone; This is a place that I call my home.
It’s been awhile since he’s been in a police precinct, with the babies and a number of other things, maybe crime is low or something, because he hasn’t had cops knocking at his door in quite some time. Or well, he’s never really had them knocking at his door. It’s sort of routine now. Someone dies mysteriously, or something strange goes on and he’s automatically suspected, and there’s a number of steps but mostly his lawyer just suggest he go in for questioning to get them off his back, and he does. And they do. So he’s pulled himself together and had his driver drop him off because despite how okay he seems, he still feels a little bit too tired to be driving right now. When he walks in he sees familiar faces, sends a wink to cop sitting behind the desk, because he has had a crush on Elias ever since the blowjob in the back of a squad car. He shakes a couple of hands, because he has been here a lot, and he’s nothing if not annoyingly charming. Even here, when just being around police officers tends to make his skin each, he still manages to law the charm on thick. And then he spots the reason he’s here, and he smirks, making his way over and sticking his hands in his pockets. “Office Wolfe, always lovely to see you. I hear I’m in for a bit of an interrogation?” @mickwolfe
the fact half of his damn department was greeting elias with a shake of the hand or a mischievous slant of their gaze said a lot. mick had known elias for years now. since college, when the two had gotten their brief kiss in. and then mick had realized he wasn’t into dudes after all. before that, they’d gotten to be good friends. in fact, mick had admired the other man’s effortless charm. but things changed, and elias became something else. mick recognized the signs of a criminal, but he could never get the other man to change his ways. nor could he manage to bust him for them. “standard procedure. i’m sure you got the gist of it by now.” the cop gestured towards the interrogation room with his head, having elias follow him to it. after setting up the room, and the two were seated, mick got to work, “tell me how your day went last monday. start from the time you woke up until the time you fell asleep, please.”
drmilliew:
Millie gave the man a nod, biting down on her bottom lip for a moment. “Mick, do you even know what exactly happened between the two of us? Did she ever tell you… why she cut ties with me? Because as far as I know, she never told me and I wish she would have. I just never knew what I had done wrong… and I lived with that confusion for years.” She admitted with a shrug. “I hurt her? Really? I find that hard to believe, considering that she was the one who hurt me so… why is she hurting instead?” Rolling her eyes, Millie moved up the line as the cashier began to ring up her items. “Hate me if you want for all I care… but at least make sure you ask her what actually happened.”
“joey doesn’t tell me everything, and i don’t push her to. i know you guys went separate ways, and i know it was rough.” even if mick knew why joey had left millie behind, he wouldn’t offer the information. that wasn’t to say he didn’t sympathize. he understood what it felt like: never getting answers about someone you cared so much about. drove a person mad. but these answers were joey’s to give, not his. “i know you two ran into each other the other day. i meant that.” mick eyed her groceries for half a second, registering her choice of snack, before looking back into his own cart. his hand idly played with a can of pinto beans. “like i said, i don’t hate you.” she had repeated the notion, which made him pause, “do you hate yourself for what happened?”
