Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

Desmond awoke from his lackluster stint of sleep. Never get a break from this job, he turned off the alarm on his phone that had begun to go off after he'd already awaken on his own. He sat up and threw his feet off the side of the bed and sat there for a second, his bare feet meeting the hardwood floor. With a long sigh he rose from the bed, followed by a stretch before plodding along to the bathroom. His brown eyes stared back at him in the mirror. His unkempt facial hair signalling just how much he'd been letting the little things slip by. I guess this is the life eh? he chuckled, braking his staring contest with the mirror and shaking his head ever so slightly before making his way over to the shower. The shower should have been short, but it got stretched to about a half-hour due to Desmond getting lost in his own head. As he'd just about finished drying himself off, he heard his phone ringing from the bedroom. The name on the caller I.D. brought a smile to his face. Marshmallow the screen read, the nickname going back to high school days. He tapped the screen and brought the device to his ear, Hello? Chocolate Chiiiiip! A female voice rang out. Desmond made his way back to the bathroom with his head tilted to the side, wedging the phone between his ear and his shoulder, Hey, Dani. What's up? He opened is mirrored medicine cabinet and pulled out a few basic things before sitting them on the counter. Not much. I want to angry Mr. Policeman out to breakfast though, she responded with a light-hearted tone. I think I have enough time for a breakfast burrito, he said, struggling to not drop his phone as he bent down to grab some clippers from the cabinet at the base of the sink. Hey, Dani, he stood straight up and sat the clippers on the counter, Can I put you on speaker? I just got out of the shower and I need to shave. Like... naaaaaked, or-- I'm wearing a towel. So naked then. They both laughed. Desmond placed the phone down on the counter as he finished getting ready, I'll go ahead and clock in, pick up the ol' beater and meet you at that one little bistro downtown. Hopefully no crime happens along the way, he chuckled. Cops actually clock in? She asked in a more serious tone. No, I mean't our version of it. Which means that our breakfast will probably be a lot closer to a brunch. So I'll just call you when I officially leave the station. Alrighty, byyyye, she said. He hung up his phone and expedited his process of getting ready for work. The clean shave looked like it took a couple of years off of his actual age, but it made him look significantly more professional in his uniform. The cruiser pulled up to a parking space in front of the bistro about an hour later as promised. Desmond stepped from the vehicle and made his way over to a table out front, occupied on one end by a relatively pale young woman with dark brown hair that rested just past her shoulders. Her green eyes met his as she rose from the table to give Desmond an extremely friendly hug. After they exchanged greetings, they sat down at the table. They had been best friends since ninth grade. Sure, they had gone through their bits of drama, but nothing ever made them any less close in the long run. You look extremely exhausted. Your eyes look like you just got maced, Dani said to him as he reclined in his seat, crossing his legs at the ankle. He chuckled, but she was right. The night before was rough and it's not like the job was entirely easy when he wasn't off chasing street racers, I tried to bust this ring of street racers last night. Well, I was mostly after this one. A gray Foxbody Mustang. The fucker got away. Got away from you? Aren't you supposed to be like 'The Wheelman' or something? She made air quotes as she said it. I mean, I thought that was your zone. I thought so too. The worst part is that this isn't the first time they got away. More than once? Ouch, you're getting sloppy, she teased with a toothy grin. Why didn't you just run the plate or whatever. Can't cops do that? I... didn't even think of that, Desmond said shaking his head. The fatigue was obviously getting to him. What would I do without you, Dani? Obviously be a shitty cop, she laughed at him only toning it down due to the waiter approaching.