we live. we die.: *Cemetery*
Oh, a lot more than you think, baby!
-he turned around with an amused smile- Baby? We just met. Let’s keep the pet names outta this huh?
Oh - and it’s a different story when you call me ‘sweetheart’?
-he paused and then nodded- Well yes. -he smiled sweetly- How ‘bout you run on home, Officer. Let the big kids do their jobs.
*rolls her eyes* Yeah. Because you lawyer types really know what it’s like to do a real job.
-he shrugged his shoulders- We kinda do. Lord knows what you boys do all day. Eat donuts. Catch speeders. The usual huh?
Oh, I much prefer pancakes. I hope my boys’ve been keeping you busy down at Hell Inc.
Really? You know how to make pancakes? I sorta pegged you for a burn the kitchen down kinda girl. -he smirked- You try so hard. It’s adorable. You just can’t make it work for you guys though huh?
Just goes to show how much you know about women then, huh? See, the funny thing is, I make it work. And I make it work well. And I’m only an officer right now. Can’t imagine what I’ll be like as Captain. The suits’ll fit me well.
-he snapped his fingers pointing at her- It’s a shame you’ll never get there. Once I get back to my office and make a few calls you’ll be lucky to keep the job you have now. Hey maybe they’ll let you direct traffic? -he gave her a thumbs up-
