sliceitwithwind

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Aya AU

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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Dilan nods and casts, just that quickly.

"The coffee really needs to be tasted fresh. To get this out of the way; it was my invitation so I'm assuming that I'll be paying. If that's a problem we can go dutch."

Cure spells always felt weird. Like pins and needles coated in ice...this was no different. Though it was over far more quickly than she was used to. "Hmmm, bold and bright." she noted with a chuckle.

"Since you've obviously given it thought, I won't fight you on this round, Dilan." Once she'd shaken out her fingers, she offered her arm "Coffee?"

"Damn, one off from the perfect triad." Dilan says, taking her arm without hesitation. "Coffee. And sandwiches. I eat a lot."

"Sorry boyo, I've been warned against calling men beautiful." she laughed. "I think it may even be on my list here...or maybe it was last list..." either way, the nine year old had assured her, with a great amount of male dignity that it WAS NOT DONE. "Though if you'll take no offense at 'bonny' you can have your triad."

...sandwiches were probably a good idea come to think of it. "I won't fight you on food either then." she promised lightly.

"Bonny works." Dilan agrees, opening the door for the simple reason that it's on his side, and he reached it first, "Usually I get the grilled chicken, although the BLT is also quite good."

"I'm glad it's acceptable." she chuckled. Fitting, too, but that was neither here nor there.

And considering she'd had a bagel when she got up, she'd need something more substantial than the BLT then, no matter how appealing. "I'll have to come back." she admitted. "But for now, chicken sounds wonderful."

"Two of those, and how do you like your coffee?" Dilan agrees contently, "Me, I like mine black as sin and bitter as virtue. I figure I can order while you grab a table - you probably care more about the flow of other people than I do."

"Same actually. Any non-precinct coffee is good enough to not need doctoring." she laughed. And precinct coffee itself tasted worse with cream and sugar, so..."As long as I don't end up chewing my cup, we're good."

Yeah...she could see why he wouldn't need to be so people conscious. So, she wended her way to a table, dodging amidst the flow easily until she could claim a corner table and kick her feet up on the second chair. One never knew in New York after all, people stole space at any table they could find!

He's good natured, good looking, and good sized. Usually the attention he gets is good. He juggles two cups and two sandwiches with ease, setting them down at the table and taking the seat she was holding for him.

Despite the laid-back attitude he no more slouches in the chair than he did in the interrogation room. "There will be no need for cup chewing. They give refills."

"Good" she chuckled, straightening in her own chair as soon as she didn't need to save his "Back in college I found this terrifying place that served coffee with forks. Only the suicidal had refills." Or the crammers. Or the tweakers.

At any rate, it'd been sludge, not coffee.

"For a Doctor, Dilan, you choose some rather comfortable places." this cafe, the bar... "I'm impressed. Well, that and wondering if I need to realign my judgment of doctors..." she teased.

"I like comfortable." Dilan says with a smile, "And I'm not a medical doctor. I have a double doctorate in biology and computer sciences. When I was in college I had days that I ate the coffee grounds with a spoon."

She whistled slightly "Yes, double doctorate I can see needing every ounce of coffee you could get..." it'd been hard enough getting her own degrees, and she was no where near a doctorate!

"And non-medical doesn't take you entirely out of the doctor social set." she'd known a few doctors, in passing. Mostly, the ones she understood had been FBI "It just makes you slightly saner."

"I got 'em at, uh." Dilan thinks for a moment, "About twenty-one. Being a teenager through most of college helped a lot. I figure I'll go back and eventually look into getting an MD for humans. There are enough of you around after all."

"Hmmm, I know. A lot less to get distracted by when you're very young in college." she admitted. "Though I was in police training by twenty-one. My squad mates gave me so much hell when I was finally legal to drink." she'd never really considered a doctorate though. Maybe if she ended up getting pulled to the FBI or if she got hurt enough to make street work hard...

"Such a chore" she chuckled "Would you call that forced learning via social pressure?"

"Nah, not really. I like to learn, but it'd be pretty useless to learn doctoring my own species as long as I'm living on this continent. Just by going with the basic numbers human is the best bet for a viable practice if I ever leave Ansem."

He might. Dilan has done a lot of things in his life and plans on doing more if he ever gets bored.

"That brings up the fun question of...why here? Why aren't you in the south?" she asked easily. She was just honestly curious, and she really hoped it wasn't just because of Ansem. Sue her, she hadn't voted for the guy.

"One - I was born up here. I'm a half-breed, I just take after my father in everything but eye-colour. Two - Braig lives here, as do the steady girlfriends. Just because I'm not settling down doesn't mean I'm not in love. Three - my friends are here. Four - my job is here. Pretty much in order." Dilan says, taking a large bite of sandwich and giving her time to think about it.

Well, on the one hand, it wasn't just for Ansem and that was good. On the other hand, she was out having lunch with a man who already had steady girlfriends. Damn it, Danny would pitch a fit if he knew. Yeah, it was best not to let her partner in on that little fact...not after all his cheerful work to get her to dinner with anyone.

And oddly? It was actually a nice dinner, company wise.

"Pretty solid reasons, even if it does constantly shuffle you into the 'oddball, needs to be questioned' category." she chuckled after a moment. She was very, very good at hiding her thoughts...even when those thoughts pretty much led to 'Well, enjoy dinner and move on'. "Perhaps you should get a dossier to carry with you to bars..."

Dilan's lips curve and he says, "I'm not ready to settle down, Aya. If I ever do - my mom was a single mother and it killed her. I can't stand the thought of anyone being left alone if they lose one person." He doesn't have to read her face to guess - lots of people react badly to admitting he's poly.

"I don't mind being oddball or questioned."

Aya slowly tilted her head to the side as he explained what she hadn't asked about. Obviously she was slipping if he'd read her that easily...she'd work on it later. "I can see the advantages in your point of view." in a lot of ways her father had been alone. "But, I didn't ask. I assumed you had your reasons."

She finally took a bite of her sandwich then. Coffee had come first! "...thank you though."

"I'd like to keep seeing you." Dilan says casually, "Even if it's just on a friendly level. In the event that it ever became more than that it's necessary for me to be completely upfront about my relationships."

"Jesus Christ" she swore softly, eying him. No, really, he'd shocked her. A lot. An honest man in New York? An honest, non-cop, non-priest, non-medical doctor being so calmly upfront?

You didn't get that too often.

"Dilan, you are, perhaps, one of the most refreshing civilians I've ever met."

"I'm going to take that as a testament to my shining nature instead of as a derogatory comment on most civilians." Dilan says with a laugh and another bite of sandwich.

"Eh, take it with a grain of salt. I'm a terrible judge of people if they don't fall into my investigations somehow..." she admitted cheerfully. She liked to assume that most people outside of crimes were good people who deserved help?

'Good' being the questionable term of course.

"So, I'm curious...what exactly do you do, Dilan? Yes, you're a Doctor. But, what does that mean outside the medical field?"

"I'm a scientist." Dilan says, "Doctor is a title, but my job is scientist. I work with biology when we're looking into things of a biologic nature, and when we're doing other forms of experimentation I run the computer systems for Ansem's company. The whole thing, yes. Most of our work is aligned toward the interactions of metaphysics on day-to-day life, such as why magic works better on non-humans or the reasoning behind elementally separated magic. I'm not a terribly metaphysical person, that's Braig, but I know more than enough to make sure that the equipment is functioning at top shape, and when it comes to the bio side - such as why different species have different abilities - that's all me."

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