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sliceitwithwind) wrote2009-03-29 04:47 pm
New York AU: Policeman's ball
When Dilan knocks on Aya's door to pick her up he's dressed up. Which, in his case, means geta and tabi, silk hakama, and dress kimono. He looks good but very. Very not. Er.
He looks very good. He's got a small box under one arm, and waits for her to open the door.
He looks very good. He's got a small box under one arm, and waits for her to open the door.

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Inside was...well, a party. It was really easy to tell the cops from the guests. They all looked vaguely like they had guns to their head!
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So there.
Nyah.
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Aya flashed an apologetic smile at Dilan then dragged her partner off to a group of cops in the corner. They'd protect him! That chore done, she drifted back up to his side and sighed "...it's a lot bigger than last time." that was a good thing, maybe?
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that was the brushing off of a senator. Dilan has no shame.
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This meant, at the meant, a cop conga line to a waltz, but hey! Yes, many of the people Aya knew were insane.
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...suppose to be.
The smile didn't leave her face until they were off the dance floor and the moneyed lot was pressing between them. It was easy for a short woman like Aya to get walled away by suites, one of which seemed rather eager, in a boyish, fashion plate kinda way. "Aya, Aya! There you are! I've been looking all over! You'll never guess what I got for you..."
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Aya very carefully stepped back and hooked her arm around Dilan's waist "Charles is Judge Atherton's son." she noted a bit absently.
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Aya blinked, utterly floored that Charles was that dense. "No" yeah, she couldn't find the diplomatic response to that.
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"You are going to leave us alone now." his voice is gentle, "Because I have one of your mother's garden party invites on my desk as a tentative yes, but I will not hesitate to decline with a note that I don't think my girlfriend would be comfortable being stalked by her son."
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Aya had half-turned away, as much as she could with her arm around Dilan...a few moments of emphatic hand signaling and the Chief was wandering over to 'escort' Charles back to his father.
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Aya let her head lean against Dilan's chest and seriously considering using him as a wall for further head banging. Just...what the hell? "It wasn't your business Charles."
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Aya couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up then, but she could make sure that it was smothered in Dilan's shoulder? She did reach up to lay her fingers along his lips though. If he kept talking she was going to end up completely insulting one, if not more, of their supporters. And where the hell was thew Chief when she needed him? Intervention was a good idea...
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"Suggest grounding him" Aya barely whispered, best not to have that one overheard. Then? She was thumping her head on his arm.
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