[Derek Anderson] It had been another slow day in what had become a frustrating investigation. No new leads had been found and the last few days had developments in their lives that might not make either detective apt to think clearly. So after dinner, Derek had told her that they should go out, get drunk, get wild..so they can clear their head and start with new vigor..and hangover in the morning. Tomorrow might be sunday but cops never really had days off after all. The night would serve to gage how they should be in public as well. Same as before or wil lthings be slightly different.
It was a dangerous path for both of them to walk on..something unexpected and he wanted to thread carefully.
He had taken her to one of her favorite dive bar, whiskeys ordered for him as he knew she didn’t need to order in this place, they knew her well here. He was dressed tonight in jeans and t-shirt, his weapon in the small of his back. He sat, facing her, looking at her face his glass raised to his lips. He drank from it, downing half of it before he spoke.
“Can you promise me to stop thinking about the case ofr this evening, let loose, get drunk as hell and be totally wild? I think we need this right now”
[Izzy Montoya] They walk a dangerous path – one she isn’t sure she’s ready for, something she never thought she’d try again, anyway. It’s dangerous, and fuckin scary as hell, to boot. So when the idea had been broached, she decided that she was all for it, and that they would most certainly go out, and get fucking drunk as hell.
Her one stipulation. “Make sure it has a pool table.”
And they both know how THAT ended, last time. She’d dressed down, putting on a pair of well worn jeans and a tank top, her weapon fitting snugly at the small of her back, the other hidden on her person as always. He takes her to one of her favorites, and the bartender starts right in… “Must be an investigation, or you’re actually settling down. We seen ya with him twice now!” and she smirks, and waves it off. “Investigation.”
Though they both know better.
She doesn’t hold his hand though, she doesn’t act any differently, not really. At least, not noticiably. She does, however, smirk as she lifts her glass in silent toast, and downs it by half.
“Deal.”
[Derek Anderson] He had smiled at the mention of a pool table and was all for it. They had a pleasant night the last time they played and will again, he was sure of that. The bartender’s comment made him grin but like Izzy, he wasn’t about to admit the truth to anyone.
He finished his drink, kinda glad to see things weren’t different in public..at least not yet. It might change eventually but right now, it was better this way…though alcool and pool might bring those changes more quickly than anticipited. Who knows. He leaned in his chair, eyes on her
“So you wanted to play pool tonight? Want to clean me up again? I hope oyu have a few good ideas for bets since oyu’ll win them all” Hesay in a teasing tone, refilling his glass then hers once empty. Glasses won’t be empty ofr long tonight and they were close enough to Izzy’s that walking back wouldn’t be a problem.
[Izzy Montoya] It was better this way – or at least, easier. It’s something comfortable, usual, steady. It has a clarifying effect on her thought process, even before the get drunk and get wild, part.
He’s excited about the pool table, and she smirks at him across the table. “Oh, I’m ready. Of course, last time you promised you’d practice up… time to put your money where your mouth is, anderson. Rack’em.”
She grins and takes the refilled glass, lifts it to her lips for another swallow, and heads toward the table. “Lets get started – unless your chicken….”
[Derek Anderson] He laughed at her words, drinking slowly before getting up “Me chicken? Pfff Montoya you don’t know me well if you think that”He grins. She knew him enough, more than most people in fact. He moved to the table, racking the balls “Since I know I”m that good now, you get to break and decide on the first wager”
He takes the triangle off, walk to the wall and grab a cue, checking it carefully and then with a nod, comes back to the table, placing himself so he could have a good look at her silhouette when she lean to break the balls. Next time he might position himself to have a better look at her butt.
Once the game is on, he focus on it. For he knows the more games they play, the less focused both of them will be.
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks, and goes to pick out her cue, and moves back to the table. She eyes his racking job, and then nods, as she chalks the cue.
“Alright. First up – full breakfast in bed, and this time, if I lose, I’ll actually attempt to cook something.”
She knows where he positions himself, and why, and when the wager is accepted, she leans over, aims, and CRACK… the game is on…..
[Game one!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] He plays against her and well maybe it’s the fear of her actually cooking, or maybe he was just being nice but in the end, the result is what it’s usually is. A loss for him. He smiles at her when she sink the 8 ball.
“I think I saved both our lives by losing” Hewinks and start raking the ball up again
“I think this time we can play for a full massage. It’ll do me good to have you rub me all over”
He grins, down his drink and let her break once more as she was the winner. It seem the night is going the same way as last time.
(round 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] He loses, and well, that’s not completely unexpected, and indeed – it’s likely a very good thing. gaia knows the woman can’t cook to save her life, unless it involves the microwave, or cardboard pizza, or something similarly pathetic.
“You did.”
And he names his stakes and she smirks, and leans over to break, once agian.
[I can totally beat that]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] He wanted that massage it seem for the game was mostly one sided. He grins at her “Well didn’t know you wanted to give me a massage that much to play that way. Had i known, I’d have asked for one before”
He was teasing her, letting her place the balls for it was his turn to break. His blue eyes looked at her before he do so “All right, you get to call the next bet…what would you like?”
He refill their glasses before the game, no use to play with empty glasses after all.
(round 3)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts, frustrated, but amused at the same time. “I didn’t throw the game.” She glares at him, but there’s a glitter of something deeper, much more fun inside soft brown depths.. She swats at him with her cue, grabs her glass and takes a swallow or four.
“Alright. Loser takes winner out for…. a full date night – some expensive show, late dinner, expensive drinks, dressing up – the whole nine yards.”
She nods, and then positions herself to watch his ass as he breaks.
[commmmmmmmme on!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] His ass looked quite good when he leaned to break and she kept the image in her mind enough to distract her some. The game was played hard but in the end, he sank the ball and leaned against the table. “Well detective, it seem that I’m going to spend quite a wonderful night being treated by you. Will you buy me flowers as well”
He was getting a good buzz from drinking. The whiskey was going down easilly and he was enjoying her presence, as always. He watches her place the balls again, a smile on his lips
“So what should we bet on next? Winner gets to have performed on, or perform his favorite sexual activity as long as he or she wishes? I know mine involve that gorgeous ass of yours…but maybe you’re ont in the mood for that..I could go with one of your very pleasurable blowjobs…what is yours?”
He aks as he breaks the balls
(round 4)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] She growls a little as he wins again, and narrows her gaze at the balls as if it’s the tables fault, and slaps at his ass as he passes by. However, she’s still game to paly as she downs her drink again, and heads toward the table to rack them u.
“Alright. And if it’s a bet, you’d have to simply get me in the mood for whatever you win, you know.” Like that was difficult….
She watches him break, and arches a brow. “Oh you’ll be eating for HOURS, boy….”
[COME ON. WIN ONE.]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] He had grinned at her answer and they played once more.She win this one, making it two games each. This time, he’s the one slapping her butt playfully “Hmmm guess I better prepare my jaw”
The played a few more game,s betting all kind of fun things. The bottle was emptied, another one ordered. Some very nice sexual teasing was performed in the bathroom, then once they were compeltly drunk, some heavy was done in the alley behind the bar. Intense, raw, passionate.
Stumbling and walking in a not so straight line, they made it to Izzy’s appartment, enjoying each other all the way up and in every rooms until they reach the bedroom. There, he paid a few debts, including eating her for as long as she wanted. Eventually, they felt asleep..exhausted and happilly drunk.
In the morning, she’ll be woken up by breakfast and teasing.