WHO: Ryanne and Jack. WHERE: Some sleezy bar. WHEN: Afternoon. WHAT: Keeping to herself. RATING: PG-13, it's Jack and Ryanne we're talking about.
"Morning Jack." the bartender said a little too sunny. Arching a dark brow had the petite Latina seated herself at the bar. "Jay... it's fucking one o'clock." a slight smirk fell to her coral colored lips with that rasp of her voice. Jacelynn Melendez leaned in a little bit and picked up a car magazine flipping through it. Nothing of interest, slapping it down onto the wooden counter as she nodded to the bartender. "Tequila and tonic." when that was said her glass was shortly slid over to her. Normally the girl would gulp it with no problem, but today for some reason she wanted to savor the taste. Jay was really the only one who knew she was a cop, especially since she was dressed in a long sleeve black shirt with jeans and high top sneakers.
Her frame had always been small and lithe, and despite her tomboy antics, she definitely was a woman. Dark ebony strands fell around her chin, framing it so and the rest tumbled in waves around her mid-back. Keeping her coat to the side of her, sipping her drink.