[Adara Mires] The sky was overcast, the weather not so warm, the hour fairly late, meaning the streets weren’t filled with many people. Some young adults were out clubbing, some student were filling the various coffee shop, some were getting into the theaters to see the midnight showing of Fast Five. Tonight the slim young Fury wasn’t out to do any of those things. She was out simply to be out.
Tonght she was dressed in running shoes, an old pair of jeans, a tank top under a zipped hoodie and a jacket over it. Her dark brown hair were falling past her shoulders. She moved in a smooth manner, the few passerbys giving her a wide berth. It was a strange occurence when you looked at it from the outside. The womanwas young, pretty, with a charming smile, the type that gets hit on every day. Yet when you knew what she was, then it wasn’t strange at all.
Her emerald eyes were scanning the streets when she spotted the flashing lights of the cops cars and the gathering that seemed to be looking at something. She walked closer, people parting in front of her slightly, giving her space. There were agents stopping the bystanders from coming closer. She stopped wondering what was happening.
[Izzy Montoya] “This isn’t my fuckin’ jurisdiction, O’Malley.” The voice is familiar to anyone who’s ever been in the same room with her more than five minutes – well. To be honest, not the voice, but the rude, crude, and decidedly hostile sounding nature of her words, anyway. It can only be Detective Izzy Montoya, drawn to the lights by more than good old-fashioned American Nosiness… It is, of course, her job.
Even if it’s not her jurisdiction.
The one called O’Malley says something in reply, and she snorts. So ladylike, this one. In the end though, she props her cigarette between her lips, and accepts a case file. “You better fuckin’ love me.”
His reply is softer, and much dirtier, if the fact she smacks him with the file folder is any indication. That she does it with a fond smirk suggests it’s just another day at work, and O’Malley is one she actually gets along with. They are few and far between. She slaps his ass as she walks away and tosses one last comment over her shoulder… “Tell Susan hello for me and kiss the kids.”
And then she’s stepping toward the street again, away from the lights – and unerringly toward Adara.
[Adara Mires] She grinned as she watch the kin interract with her fellow police officer. She had seen her only twice but she liked the woman’s attittude, crude language and general behavior. It was different from most and she managed to do so without being completly hostile to everyone. Or maybe it’s just that if you expect it then you deal better with it.
She waited ofr the Fenrir to be closer before saying “Good evening detective. How are you doing?”She ask with a small smile. From what she heard earlier, she expect the woman to be in a less than pleasant mood. She watch the cop, hands in her pockets, looking completly relaxed and at ease. The fact there was so many peopel around, many of them cops didn’t really bothered her
In fact, she bothered them more because of her rage. She was kind enough to be ready to move away soon enough, probably walknig with Izzy
[Izzy Montoya] She’s thumbing through the folder while still in the light, though she is never, ever unaware of her surroundings. She’d noticed Adara. She had intended to ignore her, as she does so many of their kind. The girl made it impossible, however, by speaking [damn upstarts!] then falling into step with her.
Izzy arches a brow, slightly, lifting her fingers to pluck the cigarette from her lips, flick the ashes into the gutter, only to replace it a moment later and take a slow drag. Only when she exhales does she finally comment. “What’s it matter to you?” Always so polite, Izzy.
She finishes the final drag, and the cigarette follows the trajectory of the ashes prior to it, sputtering to death in the wet gutter. Izzy snaps the folder closed, tucking it under her arm. She’s dressed as she always is – business casual: slacks, tailored blouse, blazer. It’s probably a safe bet that she’s armed too. And that she’s a better shot than most. With her eyes closed.
[Adara Mires] She shrugh “Because it’s polite to ask when you bump into someone you know a little but mainly, because I care and I”m curious about how you’re doing” She said with a smile “I know you don’t liek us much detective and I don’t want to impose my presence. I jsut wanted to get a cahnce to get to know you a little since the shooting range and you look liek you could use a few drinks. Maybe you’d accept my company?”
She tilted her head. She was much more polite than the kin it seem. And she wasn’t put off by the woman’s gruffness. She walked easilly beside the other woman, her eyes watching her often, yet she took the time to look in front of her enough though. She didn’t want ot meet a lamp post face first.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts, again. Izzy Montoya is known for lots of things – and none of them verge on politeness, or niceties. Unless one’s talking about her ass, which is nice indeed, but an entirely different story. “Really.” The word comes, dry as the Sahara. “You care. And why is that, exactly, since you’ve seen me all of what, twice? Don’t blow smoke up my ass, sweetheart. You don’t care any more than the fuckin’ rest of them.”
She doesn’t seem offended though. If anything, it’s simply truth. As is this… “But if your buyin’ I’m drinking.”
She’s a homicide detective. She can always use a drink.
[Adara Mires] She shrugh at her words “I care because I do. Believe me or not, won’t change the fact I do. I don’t know ÿou a lot, you’re right. That’s something I hope to change tonight. But what I know of you, what I heard or seen..I do like..so sue me..I care all right?”She said with a playfyl grin
“And yes, I”m buying, you pick the place and we’ll have a drink or two..or ten, depending on how many you want” She doesn’t seem to mind buying her drinks at all. And hse didn’t, for many reasons. One of which was, she liked to buy drinks for people, and have enjoyable evenings with drinking buddies.
“So, how are you doing?”
[Izzy Montoya] To say that Izzy is suspicious is a gross understatement. She trusts very few people, and even fewer Trueborn or Kin. It wouldn’t be far fetched to say that Izzy only truly trusts herself. She can control herself, after all – her reactions, her actions, whatever she chooses in herself. She cannot control others. They are a liability, and they are – more often than not – more fucked up than her, or simply batshit crazy.
Guess where Adara is falling on that scale…
There’s a little bar on the corner, because where Izzy lives, there is always a little bar on the corner. It’s not the best establishment, dark and dreary, and filled with regulars – regulars like the Detective. But it’s quiet enough, and close enough. And close enough to home she won’t have to catch a ride, or a cab, or let Adara anywhere near home.
As for how she’s doing. “Ain’t dead.” a beat. “yet.” Which could possibly be better than the alternative. Maybe.
[Adara Mires] She nodded “All right”
She doesn’t say anything else for the moment as they enter the bar. She let the detective pick a table and move to sit with her, looking around, taking in the decor. Many eyes were on her, she wasn’t a regular and hse looked to be barely legal…quite a treat for some of them maybe. It doesn’t make her edgy or bother her at all. She leaned into her chair, a soft smile on her lips, watching Izzy
“What do you want otnight? Beer or something stronger?” She motion for the bartender or waiter if Izzy doesn’t do it first so they could order what they wanted.
[Izzy Montoya] Joe’s is… well. dark and dank and dreary. It’s the type of place where you hold it for hours until you go home to pee, or you no longer care what the restroom’s look like, or the fact there’s someone doing blow in a stall,or someone getting blown in the hall way. It’s a dive, the type one expects to find in Bronzeville, yet somehow manages to survive in Lake View. Must be the upscale population of the bar – locals, blue collar men and women, and many of them that wear a uniform.
Izzy doesn’t answer Adara’s question. She doesn’t have too, because when the waitress arrives it’s to slap a whiskey in front of the detective. “Bill says you drink free. That one pays though.” That one, being the barely legal looking young thing. Subtle the underscore that asks Izzy if the kid is ok to drink. Izzy nods – slightly.
“Alright, Jan.” Then she flicks her fingers for Adara to order what she wants, while she takes a swallow of the whiskey already claimed as her own.
Only once she’s ordered, and Jan’s moved on to gather it up, does she speak again. “What is it you want to know.” There no promise she’ll answer, of course.
[Adara Mires] She smiled at the waitress and ordered a pitcher of beer. She might look barely legal, but she was used to drinking. After all Garou didn’t count age the same way as human does. Anyway she’ll be 21 soon enough, in August. Her emerald eyes move back to Izzy once the waitress was gone
“I have nothing specific in mind, I thought a chat would be nice. I odn’t expect us ot end up friens forever or anything, but I liek ot know more those who surrounds me. So mgiht as well start with something general..how’s the investigation on Black Sun going?”
Yes she had been at the meeting and remembered that Izzy was asked to look into the company. She expect that the woman will probably prefer talking about that ofr the moment than her favorite color or band.
[Izzy Montoya] She shakes her head. “Fuckin’ stonewalled at the moment. Waiting for some other contacts to come through, but whoever it fuckin is behind it is well hidden. Ain’t my fuckin’ normal area of expertise, anyway.” She shrugs, slightly. Unless bodies start turning up, she may not be of any real use.
She had ended up telling off a Fang bastard in that meeting, before being not so subtly told to leave by another. There’s a reason Izzy isn’t much of a joiner – many of them, really. The Nation being filled with assholes being number one.
[Adara Mires] She nodded “Sorry to hear that. I hope your other contacts will come up with something more solid. I have been investigating one of the junior board member myself, but now need someone who can well open safes” She grinned slighlty. It was kinda amusing ot tell a cop you need someone to break the law to further an investigation. It’s not that she wanted to break it but in their existence, sometimes lines had to be crossed
She suspected Izzy knew that very well
“You said information isn’t your area of expertise, what is it then?”She look up when Jan came back with her beer, paid ofr it and poured herslef a glass as she listen to Izzy.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts, vaguely amused, but that’s the only reaction she gives to breaking the law. She has broken many of them herself, in order to do her duty to the nation, and is no stranger to crossing lines. It’s a difficult life she leads, but she does so well. As well as she can, anyway.
She shrugs, slightly. “Homicide. I’m the best the city has, and they know it. Other teams may have a higher closure rate, but we have the highest fuckin’ conviction rate – and the asshats we fuckin’ put away don’t get off on appeals. They go down, and stay down.”
[Adara Mires] She drank from her glass, a smile on her lips, looking amused at Izzy’s words. Not because they were funny, but because Izzy was pretty convinced about her abilities and that of her fellow officer. She nooded to her “Well oyu’re foing something important, for us and the rest of society. Not sure if many recognize it, but I do. I admire that”
She downed most of her glass. “And what do you do dtective when you’re not on duty and annoyed by me?” She asked with a smile. She knew the detective probably didn’t understand why she was acting the way she was. It was fine, even if they were members of the Nation, they came form two different worlds and from tribes that historically hated each other. Oten is was less intense with a kin than a true Fenrir but still they usually were raised together at first. They shared tribal knowledge and grudges.
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow slightly. “You ain’t nuthin special, lady. I’m fuckin’ annoyed by everyone.” Just to clarify, and all. She lifts her glass, and takes another swallow, and chooses not to say anything about the starry eyed nature of the ‘you do important shit’ mini-speech. She’s heard it before. She’ll hear it again. She’ll always have the same reaction.
As for what she does…. “Nothing. I’m always on duty, for one team or the other. On the rare occasion I’m not, I fuck, eat or sleep.”
Such a charmer. It really is a wonder that she’s not mated.
[Adara Mires] Her comment made her chuckled: she was annoyed by everyone. “Fair enough” She said with a smile. She smiled a little more when Izzy described what she did in her free time “Well that sounds like a rather interesting existence”She said and she didn’t seem to be joking this time. She wouldn’t mind herself having that type of life. Well she might add sunging to that but right now, in her life..singing took the place of fucking. That’s doesn’t give one the same satisfaction and she miss the latter.
She emptied her glass and filled it up again “All right. I’d say that if you have questions for me to ask them. But somehow, I feel liek you don’t really care about what the ansers would be”
[Adara Mires] (*made her chuckle…)
[Izzy Montoya] “That’s because the answers are bullshit. They always are.” She lifts a shoulder into a shrug, her lips curving into a smirk. “See, you make nice now – but down the line, that will change. You’ll need something, you’ll demand something, I’ll refuse, you’ll do your best to put my face through a fuckin’ wall before I can shoot you.” Somehow, it seems as if that’s a fact of life, rather than just a possibility. “You think you know me – you may even think you give a shit… but in the end, all you care is if I do my duty or not, and if I do it according to your rules. That’s all you fucks ever care about.”
She finishes off her glass, and leans back with a shake of her head. “Fortunately for you all, I do my duty, and do it well.” Even if it’s not always according to THEIR rules.
“OH!” She puts a finger up. “I forgot – you ALSO care about the state of my uterus. Can’t forget about that one. Would you like to know the state of my womb? Empty. And gonna stay that way.”
She scrubs a hand over her face. if anything, she sounds tired. Adara is half her age, bright eyed and bushy tailed, full blooded member of the nation – and Izzy… is tired. “I don’t allow myself to care, Adara.” Ah, so she DOES remember her name. OF course she does. She is a Detective. “It’s safer that way.”
[Adara Mires] She tilted her head slightly “Izzy, one of my good friend here is Carter Roth. I think you know woh he is and how much he likes us. He’s been infuriating at times, irritable and nto always polite. Yet, we get along. I mgiht ask something of you one day Detective, but if you refuse me, I’ll understand and seek an alternative. Beating you up won’t make you say yes nor will it make you more incline to help me next time I need it”
She put her glass down “I odn’t think I know you, I”m trying to though. And I care, no matter how jaded you are and can’t believe it, I do. I odn’t even care if oyu think I”m nuts or an idiot. If I care about those around and treat them with respect, eventually, they’ll do the same tome. Fact of life..usually.”
She then tilted her head and grinned slightly “And Detective, I could certainly care for parts of your body, but believe me when I say your uterus, empy or not, is none of my concern” She smiled as she looked at the tired kin
“You look tired. I shouldn’t keep you from resting”
[Izzy Montoya] “Yeah, well, beating my ass won’t make me any less inclined to do what you need either.” Truth, really. She is duty bound – more so than most. But in the end, she just smirks. “The dude at the range? Pfft. I could out shoot him with my eyes closed.”
Confident, Izzy.
But in the end, she stands, and takes up her file folder. “No rest for the wicked. I do have to get back to work though. G’night, Adara.”
And with that, she makes her way to the door, with a wave toward the bartender who bought her drinks as she moves past. There will be plenty of time to sleep when she’s dead.