sliceitwithwind | Vice - Clubbing with Kyle

Mudge grinned behind Kyle's back and some quick eyebrows got the other under-cover cops manipulating the dance floor until Kyle was stuck watching Breaker. Why?

Because Hackett was a dick, that's why.

Deep inside, Dilan was laughing. On the outside, though, he just put even more effort into dancing.

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Christ the man danced. He was taking over the whole damn floor! It was hard to look away from him...Kyle imagined this was kind of like the appeal of going to the zoo. Yes, that was what it was. Pure appeal of motion.

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Maybe he'd beg off after the next dance and get another drink. Yes.

People of both genders ogled Breaker, and more than one hand reached out to touch him for the same reason people wanted to touch tigers in the zoo. He took it as his due, and when he saw Kyle looking at him he smiled slowly and licked his lower lip just a tiny bit.

TIME FOR THAT DRINK NOW YES THANK YOU!

Drink. Leaning on teh bar. Not looking at the floor yes. WHAT HAD POSSESSED HIM TO BELIEVE DANCING WAS A GOOD IDEA? HOW HAD HE FORGOTTEN BREAKER WAS KINDA INTO HIM?!

He blamed Mudge. The fact that Mudge was here made Kyle feel like the focus was off himself. DRINKY DRINK DRINK.

There was a lot of silent, eyes-only laughter going on on the dance floor. Eventually they all wandered for more drinks with nobody, pointedly, saying anything about Kyle's retreat.

Yeah, Kyle missed it all due to the facing the bar thing! He did have drinks waiting for people though? Seemed the best excuse for not going back out.

Yes, it had belated occurred to him that he was the first off the floor and...yeah.

"Thanks, dude." People said as they collected drinks, and "You're all right...for a cop."

Kyle solemnly passed Jos a shot behind his woman's back and winked, then nodded at folks. "And you aren't bad for a bunch of hard headed guys," he noted in return, happily quoting the earlier term.

Jos saluted Kyle and pounded back his shot before leaning on the bar. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah, a bit. Girl trouble's been messing me around. How about you? You were tense earlier too...worrying about your girl out on the town or other stuff?"

"Woman trouble's the worst." Jos agreed, blandly, "Worry about her? Hah! Nah...she's crazy, but she's safe. I got things going on."

"Amen," yes, the worst. Hopefully getting Mudge's number to the Chief would get him bumped out of the doghouse. It was a real pain to look and not touch! "She doesn't seem that crazy! Fun, yeah, but..." Not crazy. "Regardless, you doing better too?" He knew better than to ask after things when Jos was the one who'd been worried about a cop.

"She teaches second grade." Jos said, "Teachers are insane. Eh. I'm putting troubles aside for the night." That was quite enough to tell him, yes.

He actually choked on his drink a moment before lifting wide eyes to the little woman off dancing again. "Oh yeah, that is crazy! I've seen second graders! They're all teeth and noses and teeth!" And high pitched! "Good call."

"And they're all deaf." Jos agreed, "Which is why my lovely woman can teach." Since kids who could hear...couldn't sign. "Like I said, crazy."

"I'm kind of sorry I snuck you a shot, she could always use another." Wow. Just wow. Not his type of woman at all but still impressive! She was useful without being aggressive, filled a niche Kyle wouldn't expect a male teacher to fill...yeah. Good woman. Perhaps he should introduce her to Darlene?

"Nah, it's fine." Jos said, "She can get her own drinks."

Breaker was leaning over Mudge, muttering something softly.

"Yeah, but stolen shots taste better," Kyle laughed, though glanced toward Breaker and Mudge curiously. Muttering tended to catch a cop's attention, even when he was off duty. Judging by the positioning though...

...hopefully Mudge was back to being a decent distraction while Kyle worked on his mental orientation some more!

"I guess they do, at that." Jos said, not bothering to follow Kyle's look.

Mudge was tugging on one of Breaker's dreads affectionately, and Breaker was letting him get away with it. Those purple eyes, though, they met Kyle's with a brief gleam.

...yeah, his timing for glancing over sucked apparently. Of course Breaker would be looking up then. He almost, almost facepalmed. Hopefully he wouldn't have to do this again, fun as some of it had been he was remembering all over again why he hadn't wanted to come out of the gym tonight.

It all boiled down to 'Breaker is into me' and he wasn't sure how well be could keep his cool in those conditions. It was nice when he could forget it but that wasn't working tonight. "Been a pleasure, but this guy has a shift tomorrow. Thanks for the company!" he called after finishing his drink.

"Good night, detective." Breaker said in a calm, even tone. That, at least, betrayed nothing.

The other men called goodbyes of their own as Kyle left.

A few hours later, Hackett and Dilan wandered into the apartment, laughing their asses off.

Aya was sitting in a large, slightly damp t-shirt, legs wrapped around Sheeva as the dog tried to wiggle too much for the after-bath brushing to be effective. Granted, she wasn't trying to wiggle away, she just really liked being brushed! Her first attempt to greet the men got an ear in her mouth. After spitting fur out she grinned. "You two are in good moods. And this would be Hackett? You know you're one of my heroes right?"

"Hey, nice to meet you...Aya, right?" Hackett flopped onto the broken couch so that he could get out of the way while Dilan headed for the kitchen.

"Let me guess," Dilan said, "Braig is trying to mop up the bathroom in a vain attempt to make it look like tsunami Sheeva wasn't in there."

"That would be me, and this is Sheeva! Welcome homeish!" Aya grinned and got Sheeva to sit still long enough to offer a hand to Hackett. "There's lasagnas in the oven staying warm, meat, mixed, and veggie if you want to whip up some bread to go with or something Dilan?" Since he was poking in the kitchen!

"And Braig is probably at the hanging his head in his hands stage...or getting the light fixture down to drain water out of the glass." Sheeva. Loved. Baths.

"Pleased to meet you." Hackett said with a smile.

"Bread," Dilan said, "would take several hours, Aya."

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