Connection: boyfriend/Dom, ex-bf, I guess best friend could work though she’s not the fwb type just fyi
Aria had called him earlier, Uh, so can yeh come pick me up. ‘m kinda in jail but ‘s no’ a big deal, jus’ the drunk tank. Needless to say, it wasn’t the most stellar conversation, the redhead sitting on some uncomfortable bench in the police station. One long leg crossed over the other, letting out a sigh. She was anxious to get out of there, not being a huge fan of the cops. When she spotted him, she stood up, “Hey, uh, thanks fer comin’,” she offered a weak smile unsure how upset he might be with her as they walked out of the station. Sure, the girl did a lot of drugs, drank a lot, but she didn’t usually get herself arrested causing her to not come home or respond to him all night - certain he’d definitely called and texted, multiple times. “Yeh mad?” she ventured to ask, but only once they were outside and in his vehicle.