#ft. yves

[kennedycamara]

who: @yvescalloway where: the nines

𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭 the nines to see dior. she knew the bar wasn’t just one calloway sibling’s operation, though, so yves’s presence shouldn’t have surprised her. and it didn’t, not exactly. instead she felt a small, delayed recognition of how much time had passed. of how they’d once been the same kind of trouble, running parallel, and somehow they ended up on opposite sides of the city. she almost turned around, considering it for a full second, hand still on the door. but she forced herself forward instead, like ripping off a bandaid. how awkward could it really be? “yves, hey! damn, long time no see.” …okay, yeah, pretty awkward. she huffed a quiet breath through her nose, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly aware of the badge in her pocket. it made her think back to all the shit she’d talked on cops with him back before she ever thought she’d become one. “sorry, i was actually looking for dior. she here tonight?” then, to be polite but also because she did care, for old time's sake, "how have you been? were you at that masquerade thing?"

[hvndredbattles]

“Would you consider yourself to be generally bloodthirsty? Or maybe more like... particularly? . . . Or even just situationally?” ;djg;lkdjfg you could roulette this as well but I also think. some kind of early interaction with Richie maybe? ((sry again, richie))

They're sitting on the X, waiting for extraction, or else Duke would leave her with little more than a scoff, or maybe a small eye-roll, on the matter. They haven't interacted much, him and this new asset. She tends to be with Yves—shared skillsets, divided work, and all that—and his sergeant has no problem filling the silence and otherwise inadvertently drawing enough attention that there's no expectation for Duke to make conversation.

Yves, in fact, has opened his mouth, but doesn't get past his initial, "Aw, the LT's not so bad," because at the same time, Richie's commenting, "You seem to already have an underlying answer in mind." That he's bloodthirsty at all.

He blinks slowly, head turning to fix his gaze on her. The upward lift of one blond eyebrow is all the invitation she'll get to keep going.