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[familiar-finn]

Finn never forgot a friendly face, no matter how much time had passed. That was especially true for such a pretty one he vividly recalled fighting alongside with during the Second War. Then again, he supposed that was the fae effect with their natural allure and graceful charm that unfortunately he had zero immunity to, like he was complaining about that.

It started first with a voice as Finn entered the police station, that familiar voice catching his attention and gaze falling on the obviously new officer that he recognized immediately. He couldn't believe his eyes for a moment, blinking twice and rubbing at them like he might have finally lost his mind for good and now he was hallucinating. It couldn't be... what was Abban Ceanai doing here in Krovs wearing that police uniform? His curiosity outweighed the mild concern on that inquiry for himself considering he knew firsthand from serving as Faust Highmore's familiar how the fae general cleverly used his former witch's coven to magically disguise his appearance to most of those who viewed him. Smart idea given how wanted many of the high-ranking fae who led the charge against vampires in the Second War were, even still to this day. He hoped that Abban knew what he was doing here and Finn wondered what he was doing here.

He waited patiently for Abban to finish and the person to leave his desk before he approached. "Been a long time, A––" he cut himself off, blue eyes falling to the name plate on his uniform. "Officer Lowry. What in the hell are ye doin' here?"

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[shadedempsey]

Shade stepped outside, surprised even as a cambion, he could still get over heated. The cool air felt nice and he sure as shit wasn't taking off any of his costume, well at least not permanently. He'd had it in different states of not quite fully on for different reasons, but that was neither here nor there. Course he was smoking a blunt because rarely was he not smoking something since drinking was less sociably acceptable on the street and Shade wasn't one to be sober ever.

He smirked as a patrol car rolled up on him recognizing the man behind the wheel. He moved to the downed window resting his arms on the door frame blowing a puff of smoke into the vehicle. "Well well Dildo Baggins, the fuck are you doing here? Come to return the fuckin car your temp boss took cause he can't control his own fuckin life so he's gotta shit on everyone elses?" Shade asked commenting on Kaden's decision to impound Evelyn since Shade was drifting it around town as part of his costume. Some fucking friend he turned out to be.

He took another drag of the blunt holding it briefly before blowing the lungfull in the car as well. "Or we havin to talk about this shit now too? Cause it's fucking oregano. I like spices. You want some spices, sweetheart?"

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[shadedempsey]

Shade was hitting his bong in his car, probably not an ideal place to his bong, but that's where he was in the realm of things that seemed like good ideas currently. Honestly he'd just had it in his hand and forgotten he did until he'd gotten in his car and there it was. So he took a long hit before buckling into his passenger seat. Safety first and all.

It was supposed to stay there until he'd gotten to his destination, but low and behold there was a red light and it was the longest red light known to fucking man. It was an unholy length of time. Maybe time was moving different because he was so fucking high off his ass and on a few, number, of other drugs, but that was neither here nor there. Regardless the choice was made. It wasn't until he was blowing out a massive lung of smoke that he realized next to him was a squad car.

The long 'fuuuuuck' was mouthed from him in a billow of smoke cleared and he squinted. As a high profile citizen of Krovs town, or person of intrigue, as Shade liked to refer to himself. He stared at the man next to him.

"The fuck is this guy." He didn't realize his internal monologue was now external. That was the level of fucked up Shade currently was. "Obviously, this is bullshit." He snorted because he knew all the cops in town very, very well and this one he didn't. He'd have known if there was a new one. Kaden or Ransom would have told him. They wouldn't dare hire someone without telling him. Sacred cop petty criminal trust bond could not be broken.

So the cambion kept on driving after buckling up his bong again, safety first and all, in his white, with blue racing stripes, half built up '65 ford Shelby mustang going as near to the speed limit as he could, which was mostly 15 to 20 over depending how many people were around until he pulled up to his restaurant parking in his reserved spot. He was the owner after all. He realized the cop car was still there.

"Oi, you a stripper or some shit, cause high noon on my sun dial." He called out as he got out of his car and saw the officer coming his way. It had to be a stripper.

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