Thread: The Good, the Bad, and the Fast (Sparxman and driven)

Roslyn picked at her nails in the brief silence that had followed the ever-dramatic exit of Deputy Charles. She truly hoped she never had to deal with the smug shithead ever again after this assignment. In fact, she would make absolutely certain of it. If she needed to find an old beater and make it into a car she could drift, then so be it. Of course, after this little assignment, the entire police department would probably know her well-enough to know that any car on the street that drove like she did was, well...probably her. Her lips pursed at the thought. Looks like I'll be sticking to the track...again. If she could even return to it after the shit inevitably hit the fan with the case. At the sound of the door opening and closing once again, she lifted her gaze from her nails and immediately locked eyes with who she assumed was the agent she would be partnered with. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was surprised at his image, although she supposed they couldn't very well send in some older guy. He had to know something about the scene to be chosen for the job...right? Her feet dropped heavily and abruptly to the floor as he walked past, her eyes narrowed in a rather unnecessarily distempered glare. Charles had certainly put her in a foul mood, but for once in her life she took a deep breath, found her happy place and tried to relax. She was going to have to be dealing with this one on a daily basis - she needed to at least try to be agreeable and she was adult-enough to at least give it the old college try. And so, instead of kicking her feet back up onto the table something she was oh-so-tempted to do, especially once he had done so, she crossed her legs under the table and, without hesitation, met his gaze. It wasn't until he spoke and she noticed the keys around his fingers that her eyes widened and her composure faltered just slightly, hazel eyes trained on the familiar key ring and square fob. She only vaguely heard his comment about the stupidity of her slip-up, too caught up in the keys as though they would tell her the immediate condition of her car. She finally dragged her eyes back to his as he introduced himself, unable to withhold a little eye roll at the agent delineation. She remained quiet as he continued, though, finding a little spark of curiosity at the little insight into himself that he had provided. Apparently, he had as little choice as she did. His comment about her car had her full, undivided and unequivocal attention in the span of a millisecond. The protectiveness she harbored for the vehicle sparked and seethed unhappiness that he had clearly started it...but then her pride overruled that feeling. Anyone who could appreciate her car certainly couldn't be all that bad, right? Sure! Her brows rose in surprise, eyes alight in curiosity at mention of his past. He drove, eh? Maybe they would get along better than she thought! The question made her realize that it was her time to speak and so she leaned forward and folded her arms on the table. I'll overlook the fact that you checked out my car without supervision since you clearly appreciate what a gorgeous machine she is, she began and flashed a toothy grin. She was still trying to feel him out, and he hadn't completely rubbed her the wrong way as Deputy Douchebag had...so she would give him a chance and behave. To start. Anyway, I'm guessing I've pretty much been told the basics we're undercover and have to get in tight with some arrogant shitheads who think they're God's gift to drifting and are apparently pretty dirty. Spending the majority of her life around men certainly hadn't done much for her vocabulary or communication. It's my job to wow them with my stellar skills, and your job to gauge what's happening and make sure I don't get myself into a sticky situation I can't get out of and point me in the right direction. That about cover it? she mused, head tilting just enough that the end of her ponytail fell over her right shoulder. Oh, and I'm guessing we have to work on our cover story, because Deputy Dick didn't give me much to work with on that front.