[Neda Stevic] One more day to get used to her new neighborhood before the shitstorm of being the new doc on the block hits. Neda is enjoying the relative warmth after the recent cold spell, out seeing the sites and finding what is within walking distance of her new home.
[Izzy Montoya] Lake View – one of the nicer areas of Chicago – houses any number of little dive bars, hole in the wall diners, places where someone who doesn’t want to be bothered yet doesn’t want to be stuck at home can hole up in. Al’s Diner is one such place. It’s clean, the food is good, down home comfort food, and the general attitude is one of don’t fuck with me and I won’t fuck with you.
Izzy’s kind of joint.
Which is why her brown sedan – boxy and large and doing nothing to really hide that it’s police issue other than being unmarked – is parked at the curb, and she’s inside at a back table, laptop in front of her, and a plate with her dinner on it off to the side. She seems engrossed in her work, whatever it is at this point in time, but the fact is the dark haired detective is far more aware of her surroundings than one might think. She knows who’s here, she knows where they are, she watches those that come in and those that leave.
She’s aware, is the point. Just working.
[Saschenka Neal] It’s a little far from home, Sasha has to admit, but she was just too hungry to get all the way home for dinner. She’s got enough knowledge of Chicago to know there’s plenty of places to eat around Lake View, and a quick hop on the El gets her there fast enough. (Public transportation was suddenly becoming her best friend).
Still, there were a lot of places to chose from, and she found herself frowning slightly as she waited for a street light to change. Where exactly -did- she want to go and eat?
[Neda Stevic] Shitty diners have good coffee. If there’s a solid life truth that she learned in medical school, it was that. Ducking around a group of drunken frat boys, she makes her way up the block to the hole in the wall to grab herself a cup.
[Izzy Montoya] She pauses in what she’s doing on the computer to pick up her phone. Her finger slides across the screen as she checks her messages, the other hand reaching for her coffee cup at the same time. It’s a coordinated move, reflexive, even. she’s well used to multitasking.
She glances upwards, marks everyone in the room once again with a sweeping gaze, then returns to the research on her laptop. Something will click, sooner or later. She just has to dig far enough…
[Saschenka Neal] Hunger, finally, outweighs trying to find that certain spot that looks perfect. She ducks into the diner, glancing around a little warily and taking in everyone she can see. It at least had to be a decent place, if it had people like it did…
[Neda Stevic] (I HAVE NO EGGS! I REQUIRE EGGS FOR MY IN THE MIDDLE OF MAKING IT DINNER :( Harmon’s run. It’s just down the street, so I’ll be quick. Sorry!! brb!!)
[Izzy Montoya] The little bell above the door chimes, and drags dark eyes upwards again. She gives the woman who enters a quick lookover, and then drops her gaze again. Izzy doesn’t much stand out in a crowd – at least not the halfblooded sort. Those born true can sniff her out at a three mile radius, it seems, but for Kin and other human sorts, she is simply this: A cop.
She does not wear her badge in the open, but there are subtle signs for those in the know. She holds herself in check, restrained, carefully controlled. When she walks, she does so with the attitude that she takes no shit – and has been told more than once she walks like a man. So on, so forth. Little things.
Today, she is in dark slacks, and a lighter blouse – business casual. Her coat is draped across the back of her seat, and when she leans forward, there’s the glint of polished wood at the small of her back, where she holds her weapon for those in the right line of sight. She doesn’t lean forward often though, if at all, well used to not making the natives nervous. Her dark hair is down, falling in waves just past her shoulders. Her eyes – as mentioned are dark brown – and sharp. Perceptive. Piercing. Uncomfortably direct.
It doesn’t make her any friends.
After a glance, though, she looks back to her laptop.
[Saschenka Neal] A cop knows a cop- even if the other cop is being fairly subtle about the whole thing. Sasha glances at Izzy, noticing how it’s slacks and a blouse versus a uniform, but she’s not going to bother the other woman. A lot of her own posture has changed since she went from being a beat cop to a CSI, but… it’s there a little bit.
She has her CPD windbreaker thrown over her plain shirt, with ‘Crime Scene Technician’ stitched in the top left. Her pants and boots are both plain, but sturdy and obviously made to endure a lot of wear and tear on them; the boots themselves already have a bit of mud caked on them. Despite the bit of wind out, her blond hair is immaculate as always.
She finally finds a seat and settles down, sliding off her coat and quickly looking over a menu. Her back is to a wall though, so no one can pop out from behind.
[Izzy Montoya] CPD windbreaker. That earns Saschenka another glance. New, obviously, or at least new in this area. The Chicago police department is by no means a small operation, after all. Izzy has something of a reputation in the 25th, as well as throughout the department. Her closure vs. conviction rate is the highest in the city. Not only does she solve the murders, she catches those responsible too. She’s known to be a hardass with an foul mouth and attitude, yet also the hottest lay of the department if one can break through it. Or so they brag. Those who have seen the good detective naked, are few and far more discreet than to actually spread such rumors.
Suffice it to say – she’s something of a well known, once her name is realized. And sometimes, dropping such a name is as simple as her answering the phone – which she does when it rings.
“Montoya.”
The rest of the conversation is brief, and she jots notes down on her notepad, before thanking the person on the other end, and hanging up. Her pen taps on the paper idly as she reaches for her coffee again.
[Derek Anderson] (HEllo ladies..if you don’t mind me joigning..could you tell me your location?)
to Izzy Montoya, Neda Stevic, Saschenka Neal
[Izzy Montoya] (“Al’s diner” :) )
[Saschenka Neal] She’s most definitely new, but rumors do fly fast about women in the police department. Sasha glances up from the menu to look back to Izzy with a frown that indicates she’s thinking, not actually displeased about something. The name rings a bell and she has to wonder what she’s doing that she keeps running into cops and/or cop related people in the past two days.
Nails tap absently on the table, as she debates at least introducing herself to the other- since it was very possible they’d end up working together. After a moment, she decides food is more important and focuses on ordering that. She could introduce herself later, when there wasn’t a danger of her stomach growling.
[Neda Stevic] After a lengthy telephone conversation to mask the player’s flakiness over the eggs, Neda makes her way into the cramped diner in search of caffeine-y goodness.
[Izzy Montoya] Sasha looks over, frowns, things, debates, and goes back to her menu. Izzy smirks, and sets her coffee cup down, but doesn’t invade the other woman’s space by commenting on her decision not to come over. After all, Izzy is well used to others being intimidated. She counts on it.
The door opens again, and Neda enters. She gets the same once over treatment that Sasha recieved.
[Neda Stevic] Neda can be incredibly unobservant when out in public. She chalks up any interest as she enters to plain human curiosity and quickly searches out an empty table, heading that way.
[Derek Anderson] He was walking outside, looking around the neighboorhood. It wasn’t one he visited often. Not while working because it wasn;t assigned to the north of the city. He was in the east. While he could certainly afford cming around more often, he wasn’t wealthy but he wasn’t poor either. It jsut didn’t happen too often. He felt the pang of hunger and stopped at the nearest dinner. Al’s dinner. He stepped in and took a look round
Tonight, the tall, muscular young man was dressed in jeans, boots a warm jacket with a long sleeve shirt underneath. His kind blue eyes found the two women who jsut entered and had met last night, then Izzy. He smiled as he said “Good evening, ladies”To Sasha and Neda, then nodded to Izzy “Hello Izzy”
[Saschenka Neal] Oh, that’s Derek, the detective from last night. She gives him a brief smile in response, but by looking at him she catches Neda out of the corner of her eye. For a moment, she hesitates, trying to decide whether she should -really- be messing with someone of her breeding before she sighs. It couldn’t hurt at this point.
“Hey, Neda,” she calls out, without yelling. “Over here.”
[Izzy Montoya] Derek is next – and at least this one she has met before. He makes a point of coming over to say hello, and she – well. She makes a point to.. well. Close her laptop, as well as the notepad filled with the notes she’s spent the better part of an hour collecting. It’s done without hesitating, and without hurrying.
She also simply makes a point in how she addresses him. “Detective Anderson.”
[Neda Stevic] Her head turns. Very few people know her name, so the options of who it could be are fairly limited. When she spots Sasha she waves, moving toward the Fang woman slowly and looking over the others at the table.
“Hello, Sasha. How are you?”
[Izzy Montoya] (to clarify, Izzy’s at a separate table. :) )
[Neda Stevic] (Oops! *Erases bit about the others*)
[Saschenka Neal] “Hungry,” she says in response, pushing out a chair with her foot for the other. “How are you doin
[Saschenka Neal] (How are you doing, even)
[Neda Stevic] “Woefully under caffeinated.” She sits, crossing her legs. “Do you live around here?”
[Saschenka Neal] “No… I’m… actually pretty far from here,” Sasha answers slowly. “I was just too hungry to wait to get home and eat. Worked through lunch. Do you?”
[Neda Stevic] “Around the corner” She nods, gesturing vaguely. “Anything big come up that’s going to be a nasty surprise for me tomorrow?”
[Derek Anderson] He watched Neda and Sasha, offering them a smile then turn his attention to Izzy “I just wanted to say hi, detective Montoya”He said, pickng up on her mood. They weren’t friends so they’ll keep it formal it seem “Have you met one of the city’s new CSI technician and the new morgue’s pathologist?”He say tilting his head toward Neda and Sasha.
“I met both of them at the BroHo last night”
[Izzy Montoya] He gets points for getting her point – she is not on a first name basis with the Detective yet, and if he’s heard the rumors, she has issues with being called things too familiarly… Well, to be fair, the rumors are that she’s batshit crazy and violent and quite possibly should be locked up – but also damn good at her job.
At any rate – since he was good enough to adjust, she nods toward the other side of her table, inviting him to join her. They are not too far from the others, close enough for general conversation without strain, even, though not for intimate whispers or confidential tidbits.
“I have not.” Met the others. “Coffee?” The last is offered as she waves toward the waitress and lifts her cup in wordless request for a refill.
[Saschenka Neal] “No, just a really trashed scene,” she shakes her head. “I mean, a burglary is never going to be neat, but when I can’t tell if it’s because of the perps your house is trashed or because of you? You may wish to work on being a little bit neater.”
She leans back in the chair, more then pleased when her dinner finally arrives. The kin pauses though, politely almost, looking back up to Neda. “Do you mind, if I eat?”
[Neda Stevic] “Oh god no. Go ahead.” She tilts her head and gives the girl a slight smile. “Do they train you like that from birth? With the manners?”
[Saschenka Neal] “Brainwashing, actually,” Sasha answers, forking a bite of her probably actually super unhealthy salad. “It’s quicker then training, you learn faster.”
An almost smirk is given to Neda, before she takes her bite, chewing, swallowing. Once done, she adds in, “It was just how I was raised. Less training more… mimicking what others did around me.”
[Neda Stevic] She nods, giving the waitress that delivers coffee a quick smile and glancing over Derek and the woman he’s sitting with. “I was raised blue collar. They had to send me to one of those fancy etiquette courses when I was in high school so I’d know how to act.”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded at Izzy when she offer him a seat and sat down in a smooth motion. He moved petty well for a man his size. “I’ll have a coffee and also a cheeseburger with bacon, fries and soda please” He said to the waitress, then looked back at Izzy’s laptop and notes “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important?”He ask as he look back at her.
He seem relax in her presence. Not really because he doesn’t think that Izzy couldn’t harm him if she wished to, but mainly because he doesn’t why she would. She mgiht be able to intimidate people but they also were on the same side. Beside, after facing SInclair two nights in a row, he could deal with Izzy.
[Izzy Montoya] He thinks he can deal with Izzy. He also thinks they are on the same side. She makes no such assumptions – as time will tell. For now, though, he hopes he hasn’t inturrupted her, and she shakes her head, slightly, reaching to pluck a fry off the plate that holds her half eaten dinner.
“Just research.” She doesn’t clarify on what kind.
“Settling in alright?” Idle curiosity at best.
[Saschenka Neal] She pulls a napkin into her lap, seemingly not thinking and arches an eyebrow to Neda. “… really? You had to go to an outside course for it?” There is a pause, and she continues. “… if I say it was par for the course in my high school, I’m only going to reinforce the idea of training, aren’t I?”
[Neda Stevic] “I won’t tell.” Another smile, as she doctors her coffee with a single cream and four sugar packets.
[Saschenka Neal] “Oh good.” Sasha says dryly, before taking a few more bites of the salad. She eats evenly and with small bites and Neda’s right- it does seem pretty ingrained in her, the manners and the etiquette. Pausing to take a sip of water, she nods a little at Neda. “… how did that course even go? Did they make you do the balance books on your head thing?”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded when she say she was researching. He doesn’t ask for details. Instead he thank the waitress who brought him coffee and poured milk in it. “Yes, I’ve ben settling well. Met a member of my..family. Made things more offiical by presenting myself. Also bumped into a few of the officials.
As for wok, things are gonig well. People at the precint are getting used to me now. So all in all, I can’t complain.”
He smiled and tilted his head “How have you been?” He ask, in a polite tone. Idle curiosity from his part as well
[Neda Stevic] Her head shakes. “It was more what fork to use and how to not make an idiot of myself in social settings.”
[Saschenka Neal] “I always felt that most of it was basic common sense. Don’t overtly obnoxious, say thank you and please, don’t discuss maggot motels when there’s rice with dinner…”
[Izzy Montoya] He’s met a member of the ‘family’… and that bemused smirk slides across her lips again. “Should I offer my condolences?” So says the woman of the Fenrir, who has her own issues with ‘family’, the stories of which are used as a ‘what not to do’ tutorial.
She nods to the other women. “Who’s theirs?”
As for how she’s been… “Same shit different fuckin’ day, as always.” Which, for her? Is good.
[Neda Stevic] As proof of her training, she swallows her drink of coffee before laughing. “Yeah, I would assume that discussing maggots generally falls into the non dinner conversation category.”
[Saschenka Neal] “My brother choking on his rice at my parents’ horrified faces made that whole discussion even better.” The woman actually grins a little to the other as she laughs. It’s a good memory, and it doesn’t feel too bitter right now.
[Derek Anderson] He smiled at her comment about his family “Well time will tell”He plied to that. Katherine had been nice enough. Hopefully, it will stay that way.
He look inNeda’s direction “The doctor is with the Lords, the other, I’m not sure yet. Maybe mine, since they were discussing Katherine when I arrived, btu I never got around asking”
He look at Izzy “I seemed imporper ot come out and ask her plainly, you know”He say with a smile “And I”m glad things are going well on your side”
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. “See, you’re clearly one of them – worried about what’s improper. Lady Kate is gonna love you.” It’s said with some amusement, though it is no secret Izzy holds most trueborns in very low regard.
“As for proper – from what I’ve seen at the BroHo – that’s the least of their worries.”
He mentions he’s glad things are good, and she huffs a breath. It might be amused, or it might be something else entirely. She doesn’t clarify.
[Neda Stevic] She laughs too, sipping at her coffee. “See, that makes me sad that I’m an only child.”
[Saschenka Neal] Her lips quirk up in a smile, though there’s something half in her gaze. “It had its ups and downs, I’ll admit it.”
[Derek Anderson] He grinnede at her, amused “Well something things are jsut in the blood you know.”He had a feeling she knew. She couldn’t probably deny her Fenrir blood..ever.
“What do you ean about the things you’ve seen? Most of the time I”ve been there, it was ok.”he say, now curious about the kind of behavior that people had at the BroHo and wondered if he will have to change his assessment of some people
[Neda Stevic] She nods slightly, adding more sugar to her coffee after it’s been refilled. “Are you from around here?”
[Saschenka Neal] “The midwest? Yes. Chicago? No.” She shakes her head, taking another bite. “I’m from Michigan. Near Bloomfield Township.”
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow, and smirks. What does she mean? “Last time I was at the Broho, it was as an unwilling guest after one of the residents near beat me to death. I was captive there nearly two months.”
“My crime? Insisting some dickwad call me by my motherfuckin’ name.” Bitter, party of one.
There’s no doubt about that. She leans forward, resting her elbows against the table, lowering her voice to an intimate level, just between them. “A piece of advice about this Sept. Watch your back. They don’t give a fuck about us, and that ain’t gonna change. You dare make a fuckin’ stand, and you’ll bleed for it. This ain’t motherfuckin coggieland. This is Chicago. You’ll take the fuckin’ fall before any of them will. Lady Kate ain’t no different.”
[Neda Stevic] She nods and smiles, clearly having no idea what part of the state that indicates. “What brings you out here?”
[Saschenka Neal] Mild surprise ripples across her face before she remembers this is Illinois, not Michigan, of course Neda wouldn’t know. “Oh, uhm… well, I’d moved away from my hometown for an opening in Detroit, and then… I moved out here when an opening came from the CPD. Just had to get out of the state.
“You said you were from Washington last night, didn’t you?”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to her. He understood her point of view perfectly. He never liked being disrespected by anyone, not even true born “I’m sorry about what happened to you”He said, honestly, kind blue eyeslooking at her. There was no pity, it was jsut a fact. And something that could happen to him
“Thank you for your advice. Most seem friendly enough but once you bumped into Sinclair, you’re remembered thair nature. I’ll tread carefully.” He said softly back at her, then leaned back in his chair as hismeal was brought.
HE smiled and nodded to the waitress then looked back at Izzy “Any one I should watch out for more than others?”
[Neda Stevic] She nods again, apparently understanding the need to get out. “State, yes.” She nods “Near Tacoma. I went to school out east though.”
[Saschenka Neal] Her fork taps her plate gently, before she quickly sets the utensil down, to stop that. “Boston, right? You were mentioning it to Ms. Geroux.”
[Izzy Montoya] He’s sorry. “Don’t be. I’d do it again in a second.” They have beaten her physically, and more than once, but she’s far from down for good. She is so much more than they ever care to find out, baring precious few cases.
She settles back, and lifts her coffee to her lips, taking a deep swallow. She shrugs a shoulder, her voice still soft enough not to carry farther than their table. “Sinclair is a trained lapdog. She’s one of Lukas’ and Lady Kate’s pack. Lukas, well. He seems like he’s got it together, but I had a Tribemate of his as a fuckbuddy for a while, and he wasn’t impressed. Hell, neither was the Fang I was fuckin. He’s a lot of talk, but not a lot of action is the feelin’ I get, though if ya dare mention it to the wrong ears, well.
“I don’t claim to be a fan of my tribe, but Kora – despite her insistence that she has something to do with my sex life and demands I pop out an ankle biter sooner rather than labor – is a good sort. Her pack is. She and I had a run in bout the time of the BroHo Bruhaha, but we’ve come to something of an understanding. Aside from the mate and kids thing, that is. Her pack can be trusted.”
She takes a bite of her sandwich as she considers, and then nods. “Despite bein part of the pack that fucked me up, Joey’s current pack is lead by a BeeGee. Hunter. He seems alright. I have no further opinion on her.”
She shrugs. “The rest I haven’t had much interaction with lately, aside from kickin’ them away from my crime scenes. They’re drawn like a moth to a fuckin flame, and have zero respect for Yellow Tape.”
[Neda Stevic] “Emory. You have a good memory.”
[Saschenka Neal] “You have to have one, when it’s your job to get all the details.” A finger pokes her own head. “So did the open position bring you here to Chicago too?”
[Neda Stevic] “It did. It was here, or the deep south. Somehow, I didn’t see myself getting along that well with the inbred.”
[Derek Anderson] He offered her a smile when she said she’d stood her ground again. He respected that. He replied softly “I met Lukas and his pack along with the newest member Sarita. She’s new here and seem pretty cool. t least she’s funny”He shrugh “Lukas and Kate were friendly enough. Sinclair looked like she wouldn’t spit in my face if it was on fire” He grin. Didn’t meant he didn’t find her fascinating though
“I don’t know who’s with Kora and who’s with Hunter. I kinda met you and them all at the same time. John seemed prettyquiet, Joey was nice enough, Kora was..well a Get but still I have nothing ot say against her. She seemed decent. Hunter looks to be laid back enough from what I”ve seen of him. Not saying he isn’t fearsome or anything. But he looked..friendly” He say with a smile.
“As for what you mentioned about hearing from..about..and..well it’s all forgotten now”He say with a smile. He hadn’t of course but he wanted her to know he wouldn’t ever repeat it to anyone.
[Saschenka Neal] There is a slight face, like something got stuck to the bottom of her shoe. “And it’s hot and filled with mosquitoes down there. And some places don’t get snow. I couldn’t live in a place that doesn’t get snow.”
[Neda Stevic] “That I wouldn’t mind so much.” She reaches to pull a menu from the end of the table, glancing it over before putting it back.
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow – something he said having surprised her. And no, it doesn’t have anything to do with his keeping her secrets. He’s a cop. they have a code. She expects that. No, it was this, instead. “Sarita? Ain’t that the one with the fucking loud mouthed cunt of a sister? Joined LUKAS?”
Then? She’s laughing. Soft and brief, but clearly amused. “Oh fuckin’ Christ. This is gonna be good.”
She shakes her head, slightly, then clarifies. “John is with Joey an’ Hunter. Patrick is currently runnin with Kora – Linus an’ Roman are hers.”
[Saschenka Neal] “I couldn’t not have snow,” she shakes her head, nodding to a waitress to take away her empty plate. “You have to have snow in the winter.”
[Neda Stevic] (AWWW! *L*)
“I’m good with having a rainy season instead. Seriously. It’s not bad, though. At least I didn’t have to drive up here in any of the storm.”
[Derek Anderson] He watched her with amusement. “I don’t know much about Sarita’s sister. I was about to get drunk with Sarita when Lukas came in, said he had a meeting with Sarita’s sister. So I say her jsut a little. The sisters left shortly after the meeting was over. So I have no real opinion on her. Barely spoke to her”
He ate some of his burgers nd friens, invinting Izzy to some of them with a motion of hi hand. “Inever met Kora’s gang. Only her. She was talking with a redhead but she left before I started to talk to you”
[Neda Stevic] She leans forward suddenly, speaking very quietly to Sasha.
[Saschenka Neal] “And I hate rain. I would rather a blizzard, then a downpour. Though… yeah, that storm was something. We all knew it was coming and it still left a mess up of the midwest.”
[Neda Stevic] (If Sasha and Neda could get married, one of them would be either Neda Neal, or Saschenka Stevic! This amuses me. I’ve had TOO MUCH SUGAR!)
[Saschenka Neal] Fingers tap, agitated for a moment, at Neda’s quiet voice. But she nods, agreeing with whatever was said. “I’m done now, if you like.”
[Izzy Montoya] He has little opinion. “I’m gonna shoot that cunt yet, just watch.” She, clearly, does.
She snags one of his fries when he offers, and nods. “That would be Dr. Slaughter. Didn’t you say one of them over there was an ME? Dr. Slaughter is with Cook County. She’s professional, a hell of a fuckin’ shot, and an’ even better ME. Don’t cross her. She’s got their respect enough to all but be a low rank one of them.”
There’s also respect in Izzy’s voice, something that’s not easily given. They aren’t necessarily friends, but she clearly holds the Doc in high regard.
[Neda Stevic] Her eyebrows raise, then she slides from the booth and waits for Sasha before heading toward Izzy and Derek.
[Saschenka Neal] She makes sure to put money on the table, plus enough for tip, before she stands up to follow after Neda, readjusting her coat around her.
[Derek Anderson] He nodded “I have no intention of crossing her. I mean, I don’t even know her really. But knowing what I know now, I’ll be careful. Just in case” He grinned slightly
“Sarita’s sister really did a number on you right? Sarita told me she pissed you off. Didn’t know you were still angry at her. She made it sound like it wasn’t that bad”He did look serious when he asked “What really happened? If you want to tell me..if ont, it’s fine you know”
He took another bite of his burger and looked at Neda and Sasha approaching, offering htem a nod but not a smile..not with his mouth full of burger
[Neda Stevic] “Derek.” She nods at the man, but her eyes are on Izzy.
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks. “I have a few triggers. She stomped all over one. I’m not still angry – I just hold a fuckin’ grudge longer than god.”
She leaves it at that for now, since they’re joined by the other women. Neda speaks to him, but keeps her gaze locked on Izzy, who simply sits back into her seat and studies the other woman. She doesn’t flinch, she doesn’t lower her gaze, she does nothing to hide the fact that she’s searching for some measure of worth in the woman even though they’ve yet to be introduced.
“Gonna introduce us?” This, to Derek.
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to Izzy “Detetive Montoya, meet NEda, the pathologist I told you about and Sasha, possibly related to my family and CSI technician Ladies, meet Detetive Montoya, from homicide”He said with a smile, letting them say more about themselves if they wished to,
He fnished his burger, downing it with a long swallow of soda.
[Neda Stevic] She offers her hand and a smile, meeting Izzy’s probing gaze easily. “Neda Stevic. Nice to meet you.”
[Saschenka Neal] She stands straight and easy, meeting Izzy’s gaze but not at all challenging. Sasha simply… seems to be one of those that holds themselves up like they just kinda belong there. There is a slight inclination of her head to the other woman instead of a smile when it’s her turn to exchange plesantries, “A pleasure, Detective Montoya. And correct, Detective Anderson- related to your family.”
[Izzy Montoya] She takes the hand offered, her grip strong without the testosterone-based need to overpower of her male co-workers. She doesn’t do niceties, she has yet to decide how nice it is to meet someone until several such meetings. Instead, she reclaims her hand again.
Then repeats it with Sasha. To them both, “I expect we’ll work together sooner rather than later.” Which means they’ll be treated to all sorts of stories from others. Izzy has her own warning label – and she takes a sort of pride in that.
[Neda Stevic] “I have to say that I’m pleasantly surprised by so many of us being in the field. It makes me think that Chicago was the best choice.”
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. “That’ll change.”
[Saschenka Neal] “I love answers like that,” she says, her look amused. “It always promises something… fun.”
[Derek Anderson] He smiled to Sasha “Call me Derek and give me your number. I’ll call Katehrine and give her your informations so she can meet with you”
He lsitend to Izzy’s snort and he smiled. He liked that woman’s attittude. It might change wth time but he hoped not. If they on’t become friends, at least they seem to be heading for good acquintances. It seems..it was an opinion based on one an a half meeting after all.
[Neda Stevic] She flashes a smile at Sasha, then looks to Izzy again.
[Saschenka Neal] Her eyes flick to the only male of the group, narrowing for a moment, before she smiles faintly at him. “Thank you, Derek, but it’s all right. I’m sure I’ll be able to speak to her soon.”
[Izzy Montoya] Sasha doesn’t give out the number, and that gets another amused huff from Izzy. “Damn, son. Shot down just like that. If it makes you feel better, I’ll give ya my card, so you don’t totally strike out.”
[Derek Anderson] He shrugh at Sasha and smiled at Izzy “Aww you’re sweet”He grinned, looknig back at Sasha “I was jsut trying ot help Sasha. Usually when Iwant a woman’s number ofr myself, I’m nice enough to spend some time with her talking and I”m subtler than that” He smiled to her, not looknig offended at all by her refusal
“I do get that you want to do things by yourself”
[Saschenka Neal] Wait, what? At Izzy’s words, she seems to realize that Derek might have actually been trying to get her number for reasons other then actually contacting someone. Her cheeks get slightly pink, though she doesn’t dare say anything and admit that never crossed her mind.
[Saschenka Neal] “I’ll take your word for it,” she answers Derek, willing the heat from her cheeks. “Apologies, still, for an accidental insult. And thank you.”
Yes, she’d much prefer to do it by herself. And take the time to prepare for the inevitable trouble that would come from it.
[Izzy Montoya] Sasha blushes, and Izzy chuckles, satisfied, despite Derek’s quick explanation to sooth it away. “Sweet? Nah. I always have fuckin’ ulterior motives.”
[Neda Stevic] She looks amused, bumping her shoulder with Sasha’s.
[Derek Anderson] He smiled at Sasha “No harm done Sasha, it’s all good” He look at Izzy and she might see in his eyes that he was about to say something about her motives. Probably jsut to tease her. His lips moves slightly then sopt for half a second. “Still, I’ll take your card detective. Yo nenver know”
He offered a small smile. He was serious though. You never know what can happen and calling another kin cop would be safer than any other detective.
[Izzy Montoya] You never know. “Indeed.”
she reaches to her coat where it lays against the back of her chair, and liberates a small card holder. She plucks three out, and sets them on the table for each of them. It’s part of the job. Part of both her jobs, really. “The number there is the cell, and private. For obvious reasons.”
[Saschenka Neal] The bump seems to surprise her, before she realizes it’s friendly and relaxes. She gives a wry smile to the other before she reaches down, and takes Izzy’s card, slipping it into her wallet. “Thank you and noted.”
[Neda Stevic] She collects Sasha’s card, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I’m still waiting on my cards. I don’t actually start until tomorrow.
[Derek Anderson] He took the card with a nod. He took his own from the wallet he was keeping in his back pockets. “Here’s mine”He say, placing three on the table “Feel free to take it.” he say simply. It didn’t really mattered to him if they did take them. They were all related through their jobs and also through their nature. Having each other’s number might end up being helpful. Not having it, well, they would eventually bump into each other in the future, right?”
[Izzy Montoya] She takes Derek’s card, and slips it into her notebook with a slight smirk. “I’ll be sure to file that under Booty Call.”
She’s likely kidding.
[Saschenka Neal] She makes a noise that could be a snort, if it wasn’t for the fact that Silver Fang kin don’t snort. “You all and your cards. I don’t get to have a card. I feel like I should make one to fit in.”
She reaches down to take Derek’s card, and pocket that too.
[Neda Stevic] “Now I feel bad that I don’t have cards.” She gives Sasha a vague smile, most likely kidding.
Probably.
[Saschenka Neal] … and despite the fact that Silver Fang kin don’t snort, they do do choked laughter that they try to hide behind a hand. Which Sasha neatly demonstrates as Izzy says she’ll file Derek under booty call.
[Derek Anderson] He grinned at Izzy “Well I’mavery lucky guy then”He say in a playful tone, not believing her and taking the comment as it was meant: a teasing one. He look atSashsa with a shrugh “Not my fault if I was born pretty” He say, teasing “And as for the cards, well sometimes we have to leave number to a witness. So, it’s always something I keep on me”
He look at Neda “Well at least now you can text us with your number, work as well as any card” Yes, he mgiht be looking liek he was flirting with all of them, but to be honest, he was just having fun. They were all good people, even Izzy, in her own way.
[Izzy Montoya] Aw, if she knew he thinks he has her that figured out, she’d be amused. Of course, she’s slightly amused now, that he thinks he’s pretty.
She reaches for the last bite of her sandwich, and finishes it up, quietly watching Derek flirt his way into the other two numbers.
[Neda Stevic] “Phones.” She holds both hands out to Derek and Sasha, looking at Izzy to include her.
[Saschenka Neal] “No, no, I know why you leave the cards,” she says, wiping a tear from her eye. “I’ve seen detectives do it. And sure Derek. You were indeed born very pretty.”
Hard to tell if she’s humoring him or not. There is an arch of an eyebrow at the phone demand, before she slowly pulls hers out of her back pocket. It’s a plain, simple phone. Not very new, and definitely nothing very flashy. “Any giving you the phones is for…?”
[Izzy Montoya] She slides her notebook and pen over instead, flipped to a clean page. “No one touches my phone.”
[Neda Stevic] “Smart or paranoid.” She nods at Izzy, either one apparently acceptable. Her number is scribbled on the page, then programmed into Sasha’s phone.
[Derek Anderson] He reached for his phone and hand it to Neda. He didn’t seem very concerned about what she’ll do. His guess is giving them her number. He had nothing important in it, if it was for other purpose. Even all his contacts numbers were kept in a book at home, in case he lost the phone
He smiled at Sasha comment about his looks “Thanks.”He shook his head slightly. Guess he wan’t the only one in good spirits today.
[Izzy Montoya] Smart or paranoid. “Yes.”
She pulls her phone from her pocket and thumbs in the number quickly, then tucks it away again.
[Saschenka Neal] “Thanks.” She murmurs, taking her phone back and tucking it away. She’d text Neda later to give her her own numbers, should the need ever arise.
[Neda Stevic] Sasha’s phone is returned, number programmed then into Derek’s. “Just include your name when you text the first time, or I’ll have no idea who’s who.”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded “All right. Thanks” He say, putting the phone back in his jacket’s pocket. He leaned into his chair, finishing what was left of his fries. He then took his glass to drink the soda slowly, his eyes moving to each of them.
[Izzy Montoya] She tucks her notebook away, and grabs the case for her laptop, and goes about packing up her things. She then grabs her coffee and finishes the last swig.
“Well, now that the formalities are over..” It’s said with that same little bemused smirk, as she slides from her seat and grabs her coat to slip it on. “I should be going.”
[Neda Stevic] “This was a productive coffee run. I’m pleased. It was nice to meet you, Detective Montoya.”
[Saschenka Neal] She steps sideways slightly, so Izzy can walk out easier. “Again, a pleasure, Detective Montoya.”
[Derek Anderson] He watch Izzy pack her things and get up “It was nice seeing you again Detective Montoya. Take care and I’ll see you around”Or if you call for that booty call he thinks, the thought making him grin slightly. Not likely, but amusing thought anyway.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, but doesn’t suggest they’ll change that opinion too, even if it’s likley true. Derek, however, he gets a slow once over, and a bemused smirk. “Only if you’re lucky, Detective Anderson. Really, really fuckin’ lucky.”
She picks up her things, “Ladies.” and heads out the door.
[thanks for the play – work tomorrow so bed soon for me. :) ]
[Saschenka Neal] (Night! :) )
[Derek Anderson] (night)