Digger & Izzy
It was easy to forget the world waiting just beyond that private booth. When the music was playing, the drugs were flowing, and Dig found himself savoring the company of his kitten...well for a little while Riley could just finally relax for a time. Oh having that respite interrupted up, especially by a drunk, was an easy way to earn Conners ire. Still when he returned to the booth, and say still as Izzy began to clean the blood from his face, hands and sweater, the man just let out a soft sigh of contentment.
He offered nothing in the way of words; far to gone thanks to the chemical cocktail flooding over his senses. Still when she rested her legs upon his thighs the cop just smiled a little before reaching down to slowly massage her feet one by one. Watching her dance was always entertaining, but just enjoying the quiet moments too suited Riley as well.