closed starter for @sammykeels where/when: the conclave gala
Arleen has a solid read on most, if not all, of her associates at work. Not many other supernatural individuals on the force, but there are certainly a few werewolves, a witch or two, and a few folks she suspects may be hunters but enjoy the 'freedom' given to use the job as cover for hunting suspicious civilians. But one thing she knows for certain, that boy Sammy is as human as human gets.
His father works on the force and he's been coming into the precinct and causing the occasionally charming, but also occasionally annoying, teenage boy disruptions as long as she's been in Port Leiry. But it's the innocent sort of annoying, unlike intentional troublemakers she knows like Liam Slater. And she can't argue that his gifts of an extra lunch here and there aren't thoughtful. Contrary to popular belief, Arleen isn't just mean for the sake of being mean. She's mean when it's called for.
Like the one or two or three times Sammy has rolled an office chair into her desk while spinning fast enough to lose the lunch he might have brought and eaten minutes earlier.
Seeing him here tonight has her curious, though -- what is he, if anything more? And who does he know? Will he have his memories wiped at the end of the night? All of this Arleen considers as she wheels over to give a friendly hello. "Keels. I wasn't expecting to see you tonight," she greets. "Your dad here? Or did you come with someone else?"