Aya had been having a bad night. First the brawl that had broken out just as Madigan stepped in the door, then the riotous flood, and now she'd lost track of her contact even as backup began showing up. The man actually not taking a swing at the cops was...well, he was odd to note, and hard not to trip over.
She managed to only bounce off him slightly, the badge on a chain around her neck rather incongruous against the tee and jeans. "Sorry sir..." she managed among the called orders, then there was the bellow of "BREA! DOWN, GUN ON THE LEFT!" from the large detective coming in the door.
Obligingly, she ducked under the nearest table, letting the guys in vests handle the rest of the brawl as she caught her breath. "Mondays suck." she remarked to no one in particular. It'd take them hours to book them all...
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She managed to only bounce off him slightly, the badge on a chain around her neck rather incongruous against the tee and jeans. "Sorry sir..." she managed among the called orders, then there was the bellow of "BREA! DOWN, GUN ON THE LEFT!" from the large detective coming in the door.
Obligingly, she ducked under the nearest table, letting the guys in vests handle the rest of the brawl as she caught her breath. "Mondays suck." she remarked to no one in particular. It'd take them hours to book them all...