Selene (hybridvamp) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-08-16 22:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | mycroft holmes, selene |
Who: Selene and open
Where: Selene's favorite coffee shop in Ravenmoore
When: Not long after sunrise
What: Coffee after another long shift/Random encounters
Rating: PG for grumpy old vampire - will edit if necessary
Status: Open, ongoing, multiple tags welcome
Selene had parked her motorcycle at the curb in front of her favorite coffee shop, and ordered a French Vanilla Cappuccino. It wasn't really French, the vanilla struck her enhanced sense of smell as probably artificial, rather than made from the real bean, but it was coffee, and it would do until she went back to her flat and made herself a cup from freshly ground coffee. And something involving bacon.
It never ceased to amaze her how a regular night shift could end up stretching well into the daylight hours. Even though she rarely needed to sleep, it could still tire her out - especially the paperwork to close out the shift when she had made an arrest. The case had been simple enough; a car theft, a pursuit - she let the uniforms handle that since she really didn't have much use for her department assigned car; she would have been faster on foot - a brief foot chase where she'd used her knowledge of the streets to get ahead of the 'subject', a quick and simple takedown. Then the tedium of backtracking the chase route to find where said subject had ditched some drugs and a pistol. Selene had managed to steer one of the rookies in the right direction, so he was stuck with that paperwork. Which only got her out from under some of it.
So it was with a bit of a sigh that she sat at one of the outside tables, back to the wall, a second chair to prop her high-heeled boots on, to enjoy the early-morning sunshine, and do a little human-watching. Not that she'd ever tan, but the warmth still felt good on the little skin her black outfit and overcoat did expose.