(Dis)believer || Neal & Bridget
Somehow, she’d been the one selected from the Scribes to go and check in with the local police about the weeks-past bake sale mishap.
Why they had chosen to select her was more than a bit beyond her comprehension, but Bridget was never one to turn down a chance to prove her worth to her coworkers. Even though the police department was not her most trusted group of individuals in the town - but they did do well, for the most part. Even if a great number of them were ignorant, and even if some of them thought that the existence of the Scribes was useless.
Gaining more information about the police department was hardly a bad thing - Bridget only knew a bit from what Cece had causally mentioned, and if she remembered correctly, Cece, while part of the police in Ashkent, wasn’t an officer in the typical sense. Bridget had read enough Nancy Drew books in her childhood to have at least a vague interest in some aspects of the job, even though she’d never actually wanted to be a proper officer.
She had to dress extra nice - or at least extra professionally. Had to make a good impression, because this meeting could mean more than it might have seemed on the surface. She might have not been on the best of terms with any number of her coworkers, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to bring any distrust or lack of respect to the Scribe organization.
So she’d decided on a blue dress and faux-leather jacket, pulling on tights and her nicest pair of boots (ones that went up to just below her knees) and a purse, no extra pens or notebooks or anything. Deirdre’s necklace because it had been given to her with the very message of triumphing, and though going to the police station to discuss a pastry mishap was hardly anything when compared with an awful pageant, the comfort that the necklace provided was still incredibly important to her. Veronica’s birthday necklace to her was shorter, and she quickly added that on, letting it hit just on her collar bone.
While driving was still hardly something she enjoyed doing, and was not technically needed to go from the HQ to the station, Deirdre’s car would go to waste if she didn’t use it sometimes, and it would get her there faster than walking would, and it hardly seemed proper etiquette to show up on a bicycle. So she drove over to the station and parked just about a block away, exiting and locking the car. With a final adjustment of her jacket she turned on her heels and made her way into the building, greeting a member of the desk staff.
“I’m Bridget, from the Scribes - I’m here to meet with a member of the department about the bake sale, see if we can offer any extra insights.” She tucked a loose curl behind her ear and gave her best smile.
The individual in front of her gave a brief nod, before responding - “You’ll be meeting with our Captain today, he had some free time - just wait right over there and we’ll get him.” Bridget gave another nod, letting her fingers find the necklace and give it a brief twirl before letting go, going to go and sit on one of the chairs, making note of others who seemed to be waiting as well, though she refrained from making too much eye contact beyond a brief connection, followed by a small smile.
She wished that she’d brought a book with her, but that wish quickly disappeared when she heard some footsteps and stood up - perhaps too quickly - and noticed a man approaching. “Are you the Captain? I’m Bridget - Bridget Blythe, if that kinda introduction is important.” She stuck out her hand for him to shake. “I’ve been told we’re going to meet today. I’m from the Scribes.”
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