Thread: Neon (1x1 WilyRily & Niksis)

What were you doing out so late anyway? Dylan raised an eyebrow, as it was a rather bold question...seeing as how they both knew that it was nothing legal. As talkative as she was, she knew to keep her mouth shut in that regard. Not that it would necessarily change the fact that she wouldn't be spending too much time in jail, but it would certainly add to the paperwork when she first arrived. I sleepwalk. It was a little bit of a smartass answer, but she followed the comment with a nice enough smile to prove that she wasn't trying to be a complete bitch. All she was really trying to do was avoid the question without managing to somehow incriminate herself any further. The rest of the ride was fairly quiet, a few random comments made here and there but no real actual conversation took place. Even so it wasn't long before they had arrived at their destination. The redhead stretched out as best she could as soon as she was out of the car, of course it was a little more difficult to do with her hands behind her back, but it felt good nonetheless. Take her to processing. Curfew. Goodbye lover. Dylan giggled a little as she threw her final little barb in Jonas' direction, a new officer taking her into custody and carting her off to booking. It was true that this wasn't her first trip 'downtown' and it probably wouldn't be her last. Thankfully the booze was starting to wear off a little, which would make this whole process a little easier to deal with. Fingerprints were taken, along with a photograph, and within five minutes she was placed in a holding cell while the necessary phone calls were made. Dylan just paced her cell, listening to some of the screaming and complaining from other prisoners around her. There was a bit of guilt there. The simple fact that just because of her name she wasn't causing a scene as well. Still, she wouldn't trade it for the world right now. Ms. Crassus, we'll have you out of here in about 15 minutes. Please just bear with us. It was a round young woman, bright blonde hair and puffed up cheeks. It was somewhat charming the way she waddled when she walked, but she was positive that she had a desk job here. There was no way this woman was actually allowed to handle the prison populous. One unruly criminal and she would drop dead of a heart attack. All she could do was nod and offer a half smile in return for the information, still rubbing her wrists from where the handcuffs had been removed. Did you need anything? We have all the usual vending machine goodies. Um...no. I think I'll be okay. It was odd, the way she was just hanging around, looking at the redhead as though she held some kind of golden ticket...or big juicy sandwich. Jonas just takes his job very seriously, I hope you and your family wont hold it against him. Suddenly it all clicked together in her head, and she nodded as though she had just now reached the same page in the textbook and could follow along. The blonde had a crush, and there really wasn't a need to question why, Jonas was an attractive guy after all. Oh no, don't worry about that. You'll still be seeing him around here. What's you name? The blonde blushed bright red, knowing that her secret was out. Dylan had figured out, with her own womanly recognition of the telltale signs, that she was a little smitten with her coworker. Faye Dunning, ma'am. Please don't call me ma'am...I'm only 22 for crying out loud. It's nice to meet you though Faye. I wish you luck with...well...you know. Dylan smiled, and officer Dunning quickly returned the gesture. Nodding and bushing she made her way back down the hallway, a new little pep in her step as though she had been given a boost of confidence. It was cute, and possibly a little sad. There was no way to know if the redhead had just sent her off to possibly face rejection. Still, she felt that she might have done a good thing...maybe.