A Drunken Brawl Who: Sophia Cross and Brayden Where: Avarice When: Saturday, April 24th
Sophia hated these kinds of calls, she really did. They usually meant that some drunken asshole got a little too enthusiastic with a girl... or a guy, it didn't really matter which, and a fight had ensued. She was the first to admit that she liked a good brawl, but drunken brawls? Now that was just a world of stupid. She made her way into the club with her partner, in uniform (which, incidentally? Clung to every curve just right), her expression one of complete seriousness as she assessed the room quickly. She noticed a big biker-looking dude over by the bar and the crowd seemed to make a nice big space for him. It wasn't him she was interested in, though. It was the two guys to either side of him, shooting daggers at each other. She hastily made her way over, her partner in tow, and got all the information she could. It looked like the situation was handled until one guy tried to shove her out of the way to throw a punch. Without hesitating, she grabbed his arm and slammed him down on the bar (perhaps with a little more force than necessary), "Are you done?"
As she held him down, the hulking form of David Cromwell made his way over to her, grinning and cracking his knuckles. "You wanna take him in, Officer... or can I just 'escort' him out? Trust me when I say in this situation? He'll live to regret ME escorting him out WAY more..." Then? A loud gust of laughter was heard as Brayden Bale kicked his feet up on the bar. "I'd let Dave handle this one, gorgeous. Trust me, unless yer planning to go all Rodney King on the guy, Dave'll make him regret it more."
"I'm seriously tempted with the Rodney King option," she uttered, still twisting the guys arm in an arm bar. Excessive force? Maybe. But touch her without permission and that was exactly what you got. Unfortunately, as much as she wanted to beat the guy for it, or look the other way – she went with option c). "Keith," her partner, "Can toss him in the back of the cruiser while I decide whether or not to press charges." Keith didn't look all too pleased with the choice, but he did it without question. Sophia, however, stayed back to catch her breath. "Maybe next time," she mumbled. After a few seconds it seemed like she remembered something and she looked at Brayden, "Don't call me 'gorgeous', kid."
"If I do, are ya gonna cuff me? Because good sweet baby JESUS would that be hot. Name's Brayden. Brayden Bale. Remember the name, because if I have my way you'll be screaming it later." Yeah. Because clearly this is how you should talk to a police officer. Jackass.
"Like hell I will," Sophia shot back at him. She couldn't help it but laugh, though. What? The kid was amusing. Cocky as Hell. She'd just have to put him in his place. "What are you, like, fifteen? Sixteen? Why don't you go home to your Mommy."
"You don't know my 'mommy'. She'd probably find ya just as hot. And I'm eighteen, thanks." He shot her a grin and raised an eyebrow. "Buy you a non-alcoholic drink? Since you're on-duty and all?"
She squinted her eyes briefly, scrutinizing him. He looked and sounded like someone who was used to getting his way (Of course, the last name 'Bale' sort of helped with that assessment), she nodded, though, and sat down. Thank God she was coming to the end of her shift. She didn't mind working nights, but today seemed exceptionally long. "Coke," she said to Patience, before she had the chance to ask. To Brayden, she said: "You're a cocky bastard, aren"t ya?" That was just stating the obvious, really...
"I'm gonna pass on saying something REALLY vulgar there on account of not finding getting pepper-sprayed very hot. So I'll just say yeah, I am." He winked at her, giving her a not-subtle-at-all once-over. "God DAMN you're hot. Usually chick cops look all butch and like they should have deep voices and own their own security business, but you are just SMOKIN'..."
"You sure you don't want to get pepper sprayed? You've got a funny way of showing it," she replied, her voice in that same tone. The only way you could tell she was joking was that she couldn't quite keep a straight face, a little smirk appearing. Okay, okay. So it was kind of flattering! In a really... weird way. She eyed him this time, "I guess you'd know all about 'smokin'', huh?"
"Yeah... I'm pretty hot." He stated with a grin. I know, so down to earth, right? "You know, if you're not busy tonight I'm sure I can find some fun ways to use the cuffs and billy-club. Seriously."
She let out a throaty chuckle and shook her head, "Seriously? I'd fucking cripple you." Well, nothing like honesty, huh?
He just GLARED at her when she said that. Then looked her up and down. Then glared again. "God, I want you SO badly right now."
She took a mouthful of her drink and crunched some of the ice between her teeth. She grinned though, and got up from her stool. "Too bad I'm still on duty, huh?" Oh yes, she could tease with the best of them.
"So what time are you off-duty? I'd ask what time you get off, but I'd rather be in control of THAT..." That sound you hear? Brayden's mun facepalming.
"'Bout an hour," she replied, before laughing and shaking her head. God, what was she doing? Stupid attractive bastard.
"See? So here's what you do: stay here, have a few sodas, and talk to me since I saw the ENTIRE thing and you're simply talking to witnesses. In an hour? We switch you to alcohol and then do things you'll be embarrassed to tell your kids about one day." Sadly? This was all a great plan to him. He did love women in uniform.
She just have him a Look (yes, capital 'L') as if to say 'You can't be serious?’ and shook her head. "Or, you can wait an hour while I finish my shift. If you have a big enough," she paused and glanced down, before smirking, "attention span, then I'm sure we'll get along fine."
"Oh, I think you'll find everything ABOUT me long enough to satisfy you." These two, oddly enough, seemed to be not too unlike each other. "Fine, fine. Finish your shift. Then come back here and find me. Belieeeeeve me, I *will* be waiting."
"Alright. Try not to get ADD on me, kid." She smirked and had another mouthful of coke, before setting it back down on the bar. "Thanks for the drink." She chuckled, and with that? She left. She still had an hour left of her shift, after all.
"Alright..." He mumbled to himself as he sat there, "Hmm... Wonder if I can charm some sweet little thing into a quickie while I wait..."
She didn't have any delusions as to what kind of person Brayden Bale was , but if he even managed to show her a modicum of a good time, then she wasn't about to complain. She came back over an hour and a half later, freshly showered and sans uniform. This time in a pair of low-cut jeans and a black tanktop, her hair tied back in a ponytail and a leather jacket in one hand. Mm, a beer wasn't out of the question right now.
The low wolf-whistle (no pun intended) Brayden let out when he saw her? He was actually holding back. This chick was a fucking KNOCKOUT. And she came back. Because he'd asked her to. AWESOME. "Welcome back. And holy SHIT do you look good..."
"Yeah… I'm pretty hot," she replied, part teasing him, part honesty. She took that seat again and smirked, a hell of a lot less Stiff Upper Lip now that she was out of uniform. My, it actually looked like she was enjoying herself.
"We gonna beat around the bush here and chitchat, get to know each other better, blah blah blah, or are we gonna go back to my suite and rut like bunnies till the sun comes up?" He asked it with the same casual tone someone would use to ask how the weather was. "Because really, I'm good either way."
She leaned across the small space that separated them, coming veeeery close to kissing him, but not quite. "My name's Sophia. That's enough chitchat, don't you think?" She grinned devilishly.
"Well hell. I almost forgot to even ASK yer name." He grinned sheepishly, looking from left to right. "Bring the cuffs and nightstick?"