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Deidara (candylowpop) wrote in therisingsun,
@ 2009-03-29 18:15:00

Don't be dirty ice cream
Who: Deidara & Itachi (...to be announced).
Where: Downtown nightclub, general area.
Summary: To be announced.
Warnings: Drugs. Language...eventually.

Typical afternoon. That's what it was for the blond art student who boreded on insanity.

Deidara was grinning from head to toe, with an ice cream cone in his right hand while his left helped to cradle his bookbag on his shoulder. His last project was passed with flying colors; literally, as it would seem. The piece was a retrofied version of modern day fireworks - in paint.

He hated working with paint. He hated the brushed, hated the dirty water, the trips back and forth to the washtub to rinse and get fresh water.

But the project was a success. Against his teachers wishes, Deidara promptly tore the painting apart and threw it in the trash after he had been graded and given permission to take it home. What was the point though? It would be forgotten, shoved into the shadows of a cluttered closet and that would be the end of it.

Six blocks and one ice cream cone later, the sun was setting behind the tall buildings that made up the city skyline, and Deidara was changing into something more club-wear appropriate. A few clients were meeting up with him, a normal transaction that took place deep in the darkness of a club with its hot strobe lights and overpriced alcohol. The alcoholics and the new drinkers would willingly pay; the smart people knew to find someone else willing to pay for the drinks.

Six hours into the night and it was growing close to one a.m. Deidara peeled a tall skinny (clearly buzzed out of his mind) man from around him and lazily headed out of the club.

He spent too much time in clubs. It was starting to get boring, not to mention it took a fourth of his cash flow. Stupid bartenders.

The night was a little cooler than he thought it would be, so he pulled his thin jacket tighter around himself and walked a few blocks before he made himself comfortable on the back of a bus stop bench. The blond glanced around then when he felt it was safe he went ahead and lit up the joint he had in his pocket. It was a decent size, and he desperately needed a pick me up after handing sticky, disgusting hands on him all night.

At least it was friday.

Deidara started to zone out a bit as he watched the embers glow at the tip of his joint, and watched as the smoke slowly drifted upwards before getting caught by the breeze and pushed away to - god only knows where.

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hushedlaw
2009-04-07 07:23 pm UTC (link)

Itachi was not looking for any one or any thing. Just making a round before heading back to the station to clock out and go home.

Just another hour and a half and he could sink into his couch at home, eat a cold sandwich, and read until it was time to sleep.

But it was late. Bars would be closing soon and the drunks would be heading home within the next hour. Kids partying late in the night would be safely settled into drunken stupidity and creeping out to be reckless soon.

Just another hour and a half...if nothing happened.

If.

Itachi parked his car, unmarked, in a place that would give him a clear view of a two block stretch of street that held a bar or two so he could watch the drunks stumble out and decide which ones to chase down and which ones to let go. It was simple, easy work and it let his mind wander to something else that had been popping up in his thoughts often...someone else...

But the glow of a cigarette no more than half a block down caught his attention. It seemed to stick out against the dark street. At first, he only looked, uninterested, to see if whomever was smoking it was a drunk but it was the motion of the smoker that held his attention.

Cigarette smoking requires a certain sort of hand to mouth motion. A joint requires another entirely.

Itachi sighed and considered this. It was on the street, out in the open-which was bad news-but pot smokers weren't usually adamant trouble makers. It was one of those laws that sometimes cops just found a pain to enforce. Fill up the jail with some guy winding down at the end of the day or a crack addict-there was a difference.

Be damned. Itachi touched the badge on his coat and got out of the car. From there, he could tell that the smoker was a younger guy. Another sigh. He shoved his hands into his pockets and started toward the kid. Itachi didn't intend on taking him in-he just wanted to scare him a little and tell him to keep his illegal past time indoors and out of the eyes of the law.

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candylowpop
2009-04-07 10:16 pm UTC (link)

Suddenly there was another scent on the air that had nothing to do with the joint in Deidara's hand. Out of curiosity, he glanced over to find Itachi walking towards him - he'd never seen him before but he definately noticed the badge.

"Fantastic," he mumbled to himself as he turned his gaze back down to the smoking stick between his index finger and thumb.

Cops were getting much better looking, he noted, or maybe it was just this area's cops. He snickered to himself; it had to of been the pot. He definately would never find a cop attractive if he were sober. Hell, it was dark too. The other man probably was like a monet; nice to look at far away, disgusting when it got closer.

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hushedlaw
2009-04-07 11:21 pm UTC (link)

Itachi made no hurry of his walk, even shoved his hands in his coat pocket to find the fob on his key chain. He was not generally afraid of people he thought were unsavory and this kid looked like he was in better shape than most.

Or, perhaps, Itachi just didn't find him all that intimidating.

"That's illegal, you know." Itachi stopped a the far side of the bench, not wanting to get too close as a rule of thumb. Itachi could smell the smoke. "The law is kind of rough on that sort of thing."

There was some amusement in his voice but none in his face. Itachi was tired. He wanted to go home.

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candylowpop
2009-04-07 11:27 pm UTC (link)

This cop seemed...casual. The way he approached, didn't cause Deidara to tense up the way bossy cops did. It was good that Itachi, didn't tell him to put it out, or stop. He just stated fact.

In fact, he looked kind of bored by the whole thing, but he wasn't so far gone that he missed the amusement in his voice.

Deidara thought about it for a few minutes before he looked over, making no move to stop what he was doing, "Long day, un?"

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hushedlaw
2009-04-07 11:34 pm UTC (link)

Itachi watched and was sort of amused-and irritated, all at once-that the kid didn't put it out. "Yeah." The amusement was gone now and Itachi realized he just sounded tired. He squeezed the key fob in his pocket. "And booking you would put me into over time I don't have any interest in getting. But it is illegal and its my job. I don't want to take you in so I have to ask you to keep your activities confined to somewhere more private than a street bench."

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	candylowpop 2009-04-07 11:38 pm UTC (link)
	And like the wind, the good vibes were gone. Deidara puffed out a heavy sigh and looked away. To be booked or not to be booked? "Do you ever smoke?" He prodded, continuing to not put the joint out, but no longer smoking it as he held it out of view. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hushedlaw
2009-04-07 11:43 pm UTC (link)

Itachi was silent for a few seconds, surprised a little. He was drug tested on occasion-the government tended to like making sure its employees were sober-but that didn't mean he didn't stray from the law now and again. Some of the people he dealt with were drug dealers...

"I'm a police officer." Itachi felt that was a safe answer. He really didn't want or have to answer this kids questions.

Itachi pulled his hands from his pockets. He really didn't want to book this kid. He really just wanted to go home and lay down. And he was sure that booking was not a pleasant process for anyone.