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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"Well, that's easily circumvented." she shrugged against his arm slightly. "Do I have permission to kiss you at some future point now or should I ask prior to decision on my part?" she was a practical girl.

"You have permission to kiss me any time you want." Dilan says simply, "I'd enjoy it."

"And that's that." she chuckled softly. "Besides, shaking hands with a date is just really weird. I don't think I've actually done it..." she mused thoughtfully.

There'd been punches, hip chucks, sheer avoidance....but no. No shaking.

"It's polite, non-invasive, and a great way to default if leaning in for a kiss gets a rejection." Dilan says, "It's the perfect response."

"Huh" she mused. "I always kind of saw it as half-assed. If you don't like touching your date, don't. If you try for a kiss, at least succeed or fail honestly." Aya...didn't mind falling on her ass in social situations. She always got back up after all.

"It's slightly less awkward than leaning in, having the girl back up, and trying to pretend you didn't actually lean in." Dilan says with a shrug, "I'm not going to press something that makes someone uncomfortable, but I'm also not going to leave her hanging and possibly feeling bad because she was uncomfortable."

She was actually quiet as she thought that one over, then chuckled softly "So, guys don't want the 'Thanks for the offer, but no' comment instead of backing away?" she wasn't good at backing down. Or away. Or whatever.

...it was easy to see why Danny took a hand in dating life.

"That works too." Dilan says, "But some girls don't want to say that."

"Well, that complicates things." she pointed out reasonably. "And there's a fair share of guys who don't want to say that too, by the way." she teased softly.

"Thanks for clearing that up though."

"But I don't kiss guys, sweetheart." Dilan says reasonably, "So it never comes up in my life."

"Sure it does" she countered "You obviously have male friends. Don't they talk about these things?" she could actually claim ignorance on her part of the equation.

She hadn't had a girlfriend since...way back in college. And those two, well. They'd been enthusiastic about a lot of things.

"The kind of guys I hang out with fall into the categories of girls! I like kissing them!, gay, and scientist. These categories are not always as separate as you might think, although the gay scientists tend not to date women at all."

"Damn, well then, my mistake." she chuckled. The precinct? They were like a large, loud family. They kind of talked about everything eventually. Or you heard it talked about around you. Same difference sometimes.

Deductive reasoning placed Dilan in the 'scientist who enjoys kissing girls' category. She didn't need to ask. "I'll have to subject you to the guys sometime."

"Wouldn't mind it." Dilan says, giving her shoulders a gentle squeeze.

It is important to remember that Dilan, for all his - Dilanness - is still a member of a very insular and focused group.

As was Aya, in her own way. She was pretty sure the precinct boys wouldn't turn on him? Tease, god yes, but they wouldn't turn on him. "Glad to hear it." and she was. Not a lot of people actually agreed to meeting cops.

"I can show you the bars and restaurants you know and love after they convert to cop joints!"

"Pshaw. Police have never stopped me from going to a place in my life." Dilan says comfortably, "But it'd be more fun to go with you."

"No..." she chuckled "...they don't try to keep people out." she agreed. "It's just a lot more fun from the inside."

She sipped her coffee quietly for a few minutes, running through dates in her head "A Thursday evening perhaps."

Dilan grins, "Just let me know which one."

"I'll figure it out." she promised simply. She could manage it, if she did grocery shopping and and cooking earlier than she usually did.

And it'd be fun. "Hell, I bring you, the boys may even let me keep one of the pool tables for a little while..."

"I'm willing to abuse my size for a pool table." Dilan agrees, "Although the place we met still has the best in town."

"'Meeting' implies exchanging names more than ricocheting" she teased. Didn't mean she wasn't smiling though!

"I prefer Frank's at about four a.m. after last call and before he heads home for the morning...'" she noted. "And without the boys who think I'm one part mascot, one part adorable, and the rest part easy to bully into other things besides pool..." she laughed. She allowed it, some times. She liked pool though.

"Fair enough." Dilan says with a smile, "Just saying that the tables are good. I'm afraid that I have to agree with the adorable, though. Not the mascot or easy to bully, but the adorable."

"Considering I haven't been able to beat that particular term out of the boys to date, I'll have to allow it on your part." she replied solemnly.

"I warn you though, there will be a reckoning! Eventually at any rate. If I ever have spare time and some megalomania..."

"But what if I like megalomania in blonds?" Dilan asks whimsically, "I mean, then it'd just be a vicious cycle of maiming, adorableness, and maiming."

"Hmmm, I think the background check may have turned up known associations with megalomaniacs..." she laughed "But if it's a developing interest, I'll keep you in mind if I manage to pick it up as a hobby."

"I'd end up feeling bad about maiming though. I may have to develop other mental disorders prior to megalomania. Build up a skill seeeeejesus!" she yipped as her phone ringer went off at full volume.

Alarm. Right. In case she fell asleep.

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