Aya AU

[sliceitwithwind]

The bar brawl was magnificent. It spread from the original bar (Dilan isn't sure which one that was) to three or four others, going in and out of them into something not quite a riot but not exactly not. Dilan got involved in the second bar on the trip, but managed to hold his own until the cops got there.

And he very politely sat down with his hands behind his head waiting for them to get around to him. Someone with that much facial metal (eyebrow, lip, nose), that hair, and that size tends to ping the combatant radar of everyone. Ever.

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[mitochondriaaya]

"Seven" Aya sighed "Goodnight, Doctor Dilan."

Danny made to follow her, then paused to eye the man once more "They'll be releasing you soon. Go straight home, we'll see you tomorrow evening alright?" he really thought about giving the dad speech, but decided it was best to hold off until they'd had a successful first date.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Trust me, home and a hot shower is all I want for the rest of the day." Dilan says with a sigh, touching the cut on his face, "And a couple of Curega spells. Most of the hospitals around here don't have the stuff for my species."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Fair enough." Danny noted. "Good night doctor. And? Good luck." he knew Aya and dating. They'd all need luck.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Thanks." Dilan says with a grin, standing and stretching before heading out, "Uh. Would she get pissed if I pay? I know some women want to go dutch, some want to be treated..."

[mitochondriaaya]

"That..." Danny mused as he held open the door "...is a very good question. Most her dates tend not to get that far." he admitted.

"Try paying? If she fights you on it point out that you asked, and she can pay when she asks?" he suggested. Hey, it might lead to multiple dates, and therefor it was worth a shot?

[sliceitwithwind]

"Ooo, sneaky." Dilan approves, "That gives me an in for a second date. I'll try that route, and if it crashes blame it on you." His eyes are alight with mirth when he says it, "Nice meeting you, Detective."

[mitochondriaaya]

"And I'll play innocent and claim you're blaming a tired old man." he pointed out. "Nice meeting you too Doctor, wish it was under better circumstances. Desk is that way." he pointed helpfully and pulled open the door to the next room.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan ambles out, waving to a couple of police officers that (one way or another) he knows fairly well before heading home.

Mmm.

Hot water.