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[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon wasn’t usually the kind of girl who went out every weekend and hit the clubs. Normally, when she wasn’t needed in work, she spent her weekends just hanging out with her friends away from the NYPD, calling or visiting her parents and relaxing with a good book before hitting the gym to keep in shape. It was a quiet lifestyle, but it was how she often preferred it. She didn’t see the point in getting wasted just because it was a Friday night and she never had done, not even during her Stanford days when her life had no shadows cast over it.

Tonight was a little different though. Fallon had called her a few days ago to suggest they had a girl’s night out and with Devon in such high spirits lately she didn’t hesitate to say yes! She had been in a good mood since the sting had gone so well and even though she had ‘celebrated’ the success with Bryce afterwards, Devon was still running on a buzz from the whole night. A night out with her best gal pal was exactly what she needed to get rid of his thrill. Besides, it had been a long time since Dev had really let her hair down without having a gun holstered to her thigh and a suspect in her sights. She was looking forward to being just another girl for a night and forgetting all about being a cop for a change. She had even gone out after her shift the night before and bought a new outfit since she was suddenly aware of how bad her wardrobe was when it came to party clothes.

As soon as she was finished her paperwork for the day, Devon laughed as she moved to leave the precinct with her co-workers, politely declining their suggestion of early drinks. They joked that she must have a secret date and Devon just shook her head, saying she’d see them on Monday. She was really looking forward to tonight and had been since Fallon first suggested it earlier in the week. After a quick shower, Devon dried her hair and tousled it before slipping into the dress and heels, singing along with the radio as she did her make-up and put the finishing touches to her outfit. She locked away her gun like she always did when she wasn’t carrying it and slipped some cash and ID into her purse. She didn’t usually get asked anymore, but only a few weeks ago she had picked up a bottle of wine for one of the detective’s birthday and the cashier had demanded to see some identification. It was both annoying and flattering at the same time, but Devon was going to be safe rather than sorry tonight. Checking the time and sending Fall a text to let her know that she was on her way, Devon left the building and waved down a cab, smiling and giving instructions to the Marquee before checking her purse one more time. The drive was short enough and after handing over some notes to the driver, she joined the small line outside and waited patiently to slip through the doors.

The music was loud already and it took Devon a few seconds to get accustomed to the environment, her light eyes scanning the club for any sign of her fellow blonde. She caught a glimpse of Fallon at the bar and walked over, getting used to the heels again, still on form after the practice from the sting. She wrapped her arm around Fallon’s shoulders and smiled a big toothy smile that could only come with her brilliant mood. “Hey there, love bird. What are we drinking tonight?”

[/color] She had no intention of getting out of her mind drunk, but she was looking forward to having a couple of drinks without the usual jibes and banter of her co-workers. Plus, it really had been too long since she could let her hair down and forget about everything.
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TAGGED! Fallon!
WORDS! 702!
OUTFIT! Overdressed Mess!
LYRICS! This City - - - Patrick Stump
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

It had been too long since Fall had been out on the town for a proper girls’ night. Devon had been working like crazy lately on some big thing with work and Fallon hadn’t been able to help the girl with anything because well, one she wasn’t aware of it until after the fact and two, she’d been so caught up with Gabe and work that there hadn’t been a lot of time for the two girls to hang out and chat gossip. Now though, that Devon had arrested that man and they could finally make plans, Fallon jumped on it. She’d told Gabe with plenty of time that she was having a girls’ night so they couldn’t make plans, which he was okay with. After all, Fallon didn’t get out very much unless it was with Gabe and Myles.

Since it was Friday, she had a little impromptu lunch date with her boyfriend, laughing about stupid things, chatting on about how his paper was close to being done and how Fallon didn’t know how she was going to get all the grading done before her senior’s graduated. She didn’t want to be that professor who was still sending work back a month later. She gave Gabe a kiss before letting herself into her office and grinning as she watched Gabe saunter off down the hallway back to his stuffy hideaway in amongst the stacks. She left early, after her final class when she would normally take a few extra hours in her office. Her students knew if they really needed her, they could email her and she’d get to it as soon as utterly possible, adding extensions if she hadn’t gotten to it in time. She did a lot for those kids, remembering too well what it was like to be in their shoes.

Fallon drove home, tossing her keys onto the decorative plate sitting on the table by the door, set her bags on the couch and headed straight off for the shower. Her last class was a later one and she didn’t have time to do much. From the shower, she wrapped herself up in a towel and went straight to the kitchen to fix something fast. She was starving and it wouldn’t do to go out on the town drinking like she had planned to with an empty stomach; that was how she ended up with her head in that purple bucket. She threw a quick pasta salad together as she waited for her hair to dry and ate it while searching her closet for something to wear. There was nothing in her closet that said “safe” when it came to her club clothes and if there was, well, it would have been in the trash. Finally, she chose a dress at random; one she’d only purchased a few weeks ago and hadn’t been able to wear yet and slipped into a pair of edgy heels. She added a couple pieces of jewelry from her collection and switched her ID, phone and cash into a clutch as soon as she stepped into the living room again.

She locked up, dropping her keys into clutch and hailed a cab when she hit the street. The night was still pretty young so the line wasn’t all that grand as she took up a spot at the end. If she’d thought about it, she would have put hers and Devon’s name on the VIP list and just skip the line entirely. But it was moving pretty quickly. She was nearly at the front when her phone buzzed with a text. Seeing it was from Devon, Fall checked it, sent another back and tossed the phone back into the clutch. She had to show ID which made Fallon ridiculously happy and even more when the bouncer’s eyebrows raised in shock. Fallon tilted her head to the side with a smirk as she took the plastic card back and entered the building. It didn’t take long for her to adjust to the difference and within a minute or two; she was making a beeline for the bar. Since Devon’s text said she was on her way, Fallon figured by the time she actually got served and the drinks made their way to her hands, the other blonde woman would be there. With that in mind, when the bartender finally asked her what she was having, she ordered two porn stars.

She was in a damn good mood and nothing was going to kill that. If Devon didn’t want the sweet concoction that meant Fallon was starting the night double fisting the drinks. She was waiting on the drinks when arms wrapped around her and Fallon was laughing and hugging Devon back. “Hey, hotshot!” Fallon greeted, grinning. “We’re having Porn stars!” she said, and as if on cue the cute bartender set the blue sugary sweet drinks on the bar. She moved to hand him the cash, but he waved his hand, dismissing her before pointing down the bar at some random man smiling. He waved casually and Fallon saluted him, but quickly grabbed Devon’s hand and moved away once she had her drink in hand, too. Just because she was out on a girls’ night, didn’t mean she wanted to get in trouble with anyone. And knowing her, that was exactly what she’d do and by accident, too!

Tag || Devon! <3
Words || 897
Clothes || Happy Hour!
Music || Get Up and Dance By Faber Drive
Notes || Let the fun begin! <3 <3 <3

[Devon Olivia Walker]

Really, in the city, Fallon was Devon’s closest friend outside of the NYPD. There weren’t exactly many opportunities to make new friends in her line of work since the only people she mainly came into contact with were criminals or other officers with the department. Devon didn’t mind that though; New York had been her home she the day she was born and she had only left it for a few short years when Stanford beckoned, but even then she had every intention to return. Over twenty-three years, a girl did make a number of friends, even if she did only see some of them once in a blue moon now. Plus, the good thing about knowing Fallon was that her fellow blonde hadn’t known her back in the days of pom-poms and splits, which meant that she was the one friend who didn’t give her “I’d never have imagined you to carry a badge”; something Devon often heard when she met up with the other girls she could classify as friends.

She was used to it now, but she still liked the break from it and to not spend hours with girls telling her why she couldn’t get a date or what she should do to get back to being the “old Devon”. Those girls seemed unable to believe that Dev was single by choice since she devoted almost all of her time to the police and that she was happy doing that. Sighing, she pushed the thoughts from her mind. Devon found it hard to switch off sometimes and tonight was supposed to be about forgetting about her day job and focusing on just having some fun whilst she was still young and Fallon wasn’t settling down with Gabriel.

Besides, she didn’t fit the role of police officer tonight and all she wanted to do was to dance, drink and have fun the way most twenty three year olds ought to be doing on their Friday nights in the city that never slept. She fluffed up her blonde locks and then ran her fingers around the bare wrist that usually homed her watch. She felt odd without it, but time was another thing unimportant tonight.

Blinking, she stared at Fallon totally clueless. “I have no idea what one of those is!”

[/color] She said laughing and giving her friend a small shrug. Devon didn’t go out a lot and when she did it was usually just a bottle of beer or the occasional coconut rum and lemonade; she shied away from the fruity cocktails, but then again she was never out with the girls very often. Her usual drinking buddies were from the NYPD and a fruity drink would just be questioned and then remembered for possibly the rest of her career by at least someone. Her eyes followed the bartender’s finger to the strange guy at the end of the bar, narrowing slightly at his smile before she felt Fallon pulling her away. “Less than five minutes and you’ve already pulled! My god, I should’ve brought my gun to keep them away.”[/color] She teased, shocked at how quickly it had taken her friend to grab the attention of the men in the club. If that guy was anything to go by, it would be a night of rescuing the professor from drunken sleazebags; something Devon could do well after countless weekend patrols, though no one could tell that by looking at her tonight.
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TAGGED! Fallon!
WORDS! 609!
OUTFIT! Overdressed Mess!
LYRICS! This City - - - Patrick Stump
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

It had been a while since Fallon had had a proper girl’s night out. Or any night out that didn’t include one or both Pi Kappa Phi brothers for that matter. Since they were old enough to drink out, it seemed she was never alone without one or more of them. In College it had always been a group thing, and then when they all moved to New York, it was the just like old times again. Drinking, dares, games, dancing and by the end of the night two of three helping to walk the third home to whichever apartment was closest. It was nice to get dressed up and go out with a girlfriend and just have fun without having to worry about carrying another person home; though she would admit that the guys came in handy when someone just wouldn’t take the hint and bugger off. And Devon was one of the only two other women in the entire City Fallon knew. Despite what Fallon knew Devon thought, she was far from ready to settle down. She was only twenty-five; there was plenty of time later to do all that settling.

She’d already confessed to be head over heels in love with Gabe, and they’d waited seven long years to be together. They were now, and enjoying it but they also weren’t attached at the hip. Hell, she wasn’t even sure what sort of trouble he was getting into with that roommate of his. She would hear all about it in the morning whenever she decided to crawl out of bed and surprise the two men with coffee and something for breakfast. Normally, it was Gabe who did those things, but whenever Fallon wasn’t around to party with, it seemed the two men had more than usual to drink and ended up wishing the sun hadn’t risen yet to blind them through the curtains in the apartment.

Waiting for the drinks, and Devon to arrive, Fallon swayed to the music blasting through the speakers around the entire room. She already wanted to get on that dance floor and just move with the music and enjoy herself. But getting lost on the dance floor wouldn’t help Devon find her, so she stayed right at the bar. But in quick time, Devon was at her side and the night really was about to begin! “That’s unacceptable! Tell me you know my friend, Jose?!” She called over the music before sipping at her own sugary sweet drink. It was a drink Fallon didn’t have a lot of, usually starting the night with one, maybe two before switching to nearly every drink she could think of with tequila in it. It didn’t hit her like rye or whiskey did. That stuff knocked the tiny blonde on her ass in a couple drinks. But she could throw back shots of tequila and be perfectly fine the next day.

Fallon smirked, though how they came about the drinks hardly mattered. “I rarely pay,” she said, winking. In the clubs, Fallon openly admitted to using her pixie like looks, winning smile and flirty personality to her advantage. She was there to have a good time, and hustling a few drinks from guys who thought they had a chance was all part of the fun. Besides, she had never purposefully put out any vibes that indicated she was interested in any of the men in the vast room. And she was almost always with the guys, if they didn’t deter them, she was willing to see what would. “Though with a couple of the guys I’ve seen already in here, waiting for you, some self defense might come in handy,” Fallon said making a face as she sipped at the bright blue concoction. Fallon’s eyes widened as the dance mix the club’s DJ had playing changed songs. “I love this song, come on!” she said, taking her friend’s hand again and pulling her along through the crowd of people towards the dance floor.

Tag || Devon! <3
Words || 667
Clothes || Happy Hour!
Music || Get Up and Dance By Faber Drive
Notes || Let the fun begin! <3 <3 <3

[Devon Olivia Walker]

A few weeks ago, the only girls’ night Devon thought she would be having with Fallon would consist of copious amounts of Ben and Jerry’s, a hoard of awful movies they’d laugh and criticise their way through and bottles of wine that the law enforcing blonde couldn’t handle. After that afternoon on the kitchen floor, Devon honestly believed that would be what Fallon needed. Luckily, Gabe seemed to pull himself together and Fallon did the same, arming the tiny blonde with enough taunts to see her through the rest of the year. She had already taken to calling her friend ‘lovebird’ teasingly whenever they did speak and Devon had no intention of letting that go just yet, at least not until the professor stopped walking around with that lovesick smile and look in her eyes.

Dev was happy for Fallon despite all the teasing she threw her way about her new relationship with the guy she had called her best friend for so long. Some of the people in her life seemed to assume that the officer was lonely without a boyfriend in her life, but Devon was almost the complete opposite. She didn’t have time for romance in her life and that wasn’t fair on anyone she might’ve dated. Just because most of her friends were in promising relationships it didn’t mean that she had to be too. Hell, people still brought up Nathan to try and make her confess to something that wasn’t true. She had been happy with him and it was love, but she didn’t miss him either, which to Devon only proved that it wasn’t meant to be. For now, she was focused on her career and her happiness for her friends came with no green monster of jealous or regrets of her own, despite what some believed.

She could already tell upon her arrival that Fallon was totally in the mood for tonight’s girl date. If her friend gave her five minutes to relax she would be surprised. She also didn’t think that Fallon would let her leave sober, either! Laughing, Devon shook her head, pushing the blonde hair from her face. “The last time I hung out with Jose, I ended up waking up in the bathroom, minus a shoe.”

[/color] It had been a long time ago and left her with one of those hangovers where she vowed never to drink again. It had been the night of someone’s promotion where tequila shots came with every single round of beer, and the cops she was with really could knock back those bottles! However, she didn’t think Fall would let her stand at the bar and swig from a bottle of beer like she normally did when she was drinking; plus, it would look totally out of place with her chosen outfit for this evening.

Jaw dropping, Devon shook her head in disbelief. “I always buy my own drinks!”[/color] She didn’t go out so often, but when she did guys never came up to her or paid for her drinks. Maybe she just gave off that air of disinterest whenever she was out. In fact, the only guy she could recall buying her a drink in a club was Doyle and she hadn’t even touched it since she was on duty and arresting him less than five minutes later. Nodding her head, Devon cast her blue eyes around the club and smirked, her hand coming to rest on her hip. “I kicked ass in here last week and I can do it again tonight.”[/color] She said confidently, though she hoped it wouldn’t come to it. Dev had already taken a moment to laugh with one of the bouncers about it; Brandon was an ex-cop and had been a sort of mentor to Devon, though the night with Doyle had been the first time he had seen her in action.

Trying not to spill the drink as she sipped from it, Devon squealed into the glass as Fallon pulled her away to the dance floor. “Fallon, I’m drinking here!”[/color] She laughed, even though her hips were already moving to the music. Tonight, Devon felt more relaxed than she had done in a while and was in the mood for fun and a bit of harmless mischief.
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TAGGED! Fallon!
WORDS! 747!
OUTFIT! Overdressed Mess!
LYRICS! This City - - - Patrick Stump
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon grinned wickedly, shaking her head. Since she was old enough to drink, the tiny California blonde had tried all sorts of different drinks to find what she preferred. Tequila had sang its’ siren song and Fallon was hooked. It was also how she found out how against whiskey and rye her body was. “Sounds like my last night with the whiskey someone forgot to mention I was drinking,” Fallon said blandly but chuckled all the same. She had woken up the next day, well into the afternoon in the bath, looking like hell and feeling worse. She had to call out until Gabe finally sauntered in at her weak calls and helped her from the bath. She’d spent the next couple days not far from the guys’ couch and an endless supply of water. Everyone knew how she got with whiskey and yet someone had apparently forgotten; or they really didn’t believe how she could get after that particular alcohol dug its claws into her. Even now, she couldn’t remember that night at all after that first drink and she couldn’t have had more than three before getting sick. That was probably the last time she’d ever been in Gabe’s car, too; when she was finally coherent enough to go home. She would have taken a cab but none of them knew where her shoes went; though Fallon suspected one of Myles’ flings stole them.

They were expensive but ultimately useless. They had been a gift, and a pair, like the rest, she hadn’t wanted in the least. The woman couldn’t seem to understand that just because they had a shared passion for footwear; it didn’t mean they were remotely close. Still, tonight wasn’t about thinking about the past. Tonight was to have fun and hang out with a friend, without the guys to play bodyguard. Really, what real trouble could the two blondes get into when one was a trained cop? Surely they were safe from everything but a wandering hand and eye; both easily handled by the intelligent women. Fallon frowned, displeased with this news. “Men are idiots, obviously, if they aren’t lining up to buy you drinks,” Fallon said rolling her eyes at the utter lack of bravery in the male population. She herself didn’t have hordes of men groveling at her feet, but there had been quite a few who had tried and failed miserably to win the trophy they thought they were after. Fallon may have been blonde, but she was far from stupid and could play the games just as well as they could; better even since she went home from a night of drinking for free alone. She wasn’t some prize to be had at the end of the night and they were even bigger idiots to think she was. From her view, they deserved to be had like that if they thought that was all a woman was worth.

“Fantastic! But let’s hope it doesn’t come down to that!” she said, laughing, eyes bright with the mischief the two women could get into at the club. It wasn’t like Fallon started the night off planning to get in trouble or anything. But it seemed to happen anyway, even on her best behaviour, something happened. “Multitask!” She called over the loud, thrumming music. In the middle of the dance floor, Fallon spun once in the small amount of space she had around her before letting her body take over and just move to the beat of the song. When she was on the floor it was like the rest of the room just disappeared; there was just her and whoever she was there with. She sipped on her drink, moving, spinning and just enjoying herself. She wasn’t there to flirt or catch a man for a night of frivolous fun. She was there to hang out with her friend, have a good time and fill another night of memories she’d be lucky to actually remember!

Tag || Devon! <3
Words || 663
Clothes || Happy Hour!
Music || Get Up and Dance By Faber Drive
Notes || <3 <3 <3

[Devon Olivia Walker]

Pulling a face, Devon shook her head before looking at her friend. The only time the petite blonde touched whiskey was if she was staying at her parent’s house and her dad needed a drinking buddy to get through a night of reminiscing about the son he was still grieving for. She had never been a big drinker and hard liquors and spirits only knocked her sideways a little too fast than she wanted. For Devon to reach for the bottle willingly, it usually meant something pretty bad had gone down in her life. The last time she could remember waking up with an empty bottle in her hand had been after she was first on scene at a disturbance call that turned out to be the homicide of a family with three young kids. It had taken the young cop several sessions with the police therapist to stop the nightmare. “What ever happened to nice cold beer? A Bud or Heineken?”

[/color] Devon joked, adding a sigh at the end to act dramatic. The last time the young officer had drunk herself to hangover central at a party or night out had been at the end of finals at Stanford. There were parts of the night Devon still didn’t fully remember and there had been no way to salvage the dress from that night. It seemed to imply that she had gotten blood and mud on her, but the hows and whens were still totally lost on her, even to this day.

If there was one thing Devon could be criticised for, it was dwelling on the past. It made sense that she’d think about Frankie a lot, but some days she found herself slinking into the records room, searching out the box with his name in black sharpie inked on it. If it wasn’t Frankie on her mind, it was the rest of her family or the endless what ifs that came with thinking of her old life. She had a feeling that if she hadn’t let the death of her brother sway her choice of ambition then she would be living a completely different life than the one she had; one without Fallon or Bryce in it. In Devon’s opinion, she had made the right choice, even with the shiny diploma that hung on her apartment wall in a black frame. Without Fallon she wouldn’t be here tonight, letting her hair down and acting like the twenty three year old she was supposed to be, rather than the cop she chose to be. “Maybe my appearance just screams ‘cop’. Guys quickly lose interest when a girl can fire a gun and has the power to arrest them.”[/color] If a guy did decide to chat with her, they always ran off the second she answered the “so what is it that you do?” question. If the guy did stick around it was only to make a remark about handcuffs that left Devon with the excuse to leave.

Laughing, Devon grinned and spun around. She still had a bit of a high after that sting operation and it only put her in more of a mood to celebrate and have a good time tonight. “Hopefully no, but if there are any wandering hands from sleazy guys then I am reserving the right to hurt them just a little bit.”[/color] She said, using her fingers to show Fallon how miniscule a little bit was. Devon didn’t want to get them chucked out, but she also didn’t want some guy acting as though she was on display for anyone to pick up. It had only happened once or twice since she didn’t go out often and the bar she usually frequented was full of cops just like her, but when it did she wasn’t shy of slapping them or showing them how powerful her knee could be. She laughed again at her friend’s instruction, quickly finding her rhythm and giving herself another mental note to thank Bryce for helping her out again; her dancing had been rusty until she had sought out his help, but now she was comfortable to move around the small dance space of hers and not feel self-conscious. She sipped at her drink sporadically and lost herself in the music, only snapping out of it once to apologise to the guy she stepped on the foot of as he made his way through the crowd.
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TAGGED! Fallon!
WORDS! 772!
OUTFIT! Overdressed Mess!
LYRICS! This City - - - Patrick Stump
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

“Marquee isn’t your local cop bar, Dev. Slow the aging process down a bit and have a little fun for once! You won’t get teased drinking something girly and colourful!” She teased, knowing that whenever her friend went out for drinks with the guys from work, she always had a beer. She also knew Dev wasn’t a big drinker but that was the point of the night, to let loose and do some things they’d potentially regret in the morning. Flirt with a stranger, get a drink, it’s like a scavenger hunt for adults; no horseshoes in this game, though. Fallon wasn’t interested in the guys in the club, but Devon was single and flirting never killed anyone; it wasn’t like either of them were going into this night looking for guys to bring home. Fallon had one, who happened to be out with his roommate doing who knows what. She enjoyed the club; more she imagined she enjoyed catching some of her students at the club and teasing them about their evening activities the next day if it was a school night. The same could be said about her but she wasn’t the one trying to hide a hangover in the back row of her classroom.

She remembered the days when she was in their shoes. Of course, Fallon had also known that to sit in the back of the class when you didn’t normally meant that something was up. She knew the rules of the game and enjoyed teaching those same rules to her students. Other professors, tutors and faculty couldn’t tell, but most of them were twice Fallon’s age. There were only a few around her age and they were probably the only other ones to be able to tell. Remembering those times though, were pretty much the only things she dwelled on from the past. After everything that had happened with Brad, it was just easier to live in the moment, the now and forget what happened before then because it just didn’t matter anymore. “You have to lighten up! It’s not like you’re interested in them!” Fallon said, rolling her eyes. “Tell them you’re a receptionist, or something trivial. It’s only for the night; you can be whoever you want!” Fallon said, laughing devilishly. Fallon had done that a few times. She went out to have fun, not make love connections.

Fallon had to laugh as she rolled her eyes. “Whatever you’d like,” she said, nodding. The music was good tonight and it caught Fallon up. But soon her drink was done and it was only the first of many. Poking Devon, Fallon pointed to the bar once she got her friend’s attention. She didn’t wait for a nod, taking her friend’s hand once again and leading her from the dance floor. “Shots!” she called, wiggling her hips in an excited little dance. It was her favourite part of a night out; when the shot glasses started their pyramid. At the bar, Fallon smiled her way through the group of people to lean against the bar. She leaned across the bar to give her drink order before turning to Devon with a wicked smirk on her glossed lips. She flicked her eyes to one of the guys closest to Devon and wiggled her brows. “Cute,” she mouthed, grinning.

Tag || Devon! <3
Words || 553
Clothes || Happy Hour!
Music || Get Up and Dance By Faber Drive
Notes || <3 <3 <3

[Devon Olivia Walker]

“I’m not afraid about what I drink, I’m afraid about where I’ll wake up in the morning!”

[/color] Devon didn’t handle strong alcohol well and mixing drinks was usually a recipe for disaster too. She wanted to wake up in her bed with only the tiniest of headaches and still able to make it through the day with little problems, not curled up next to the toilet with Atticus licking her face for attention once lunch time rolled and his owner hadn’t moved. Plus, she liked this dress and she hoped to wear it again, not ruin it on its debut night out! The petite blonde was here for a good time she could laugh about, not one that would make her cringe and hide her head whenever it was mentioned. She didn’t take guys home from clubs unless she was at rock bottom and right now she was far from that. With Fallon in the inevitable relationship with Gabe now, Devon was thankful that tonight wouldn’t end in her friend flirting with some guy at the bar while she hung about like a third wheel, or getting dumped with the guy’s sidekick who would try in vain to get into Devon’s pants.

There was a lot more to life than that and she would probably frequent the clubs more if it wasn’t like some sleaze-fest where guys thought that grabbing a girl’s ass was an appropriate way to say hello. That meaningless ideal meant nothing to Devon and if it led to friends teasing her, then she could deal with that. She didn’t exactly want to grow old with regrets and bad mistakes stacking up behind her. Rolling her eyes at her friend, Devon shook her head. Being a cop was pretty much her whole life. The phrase “married to the job” cropped up once or twice and Devon couldn’t argue with it. She was the first to offer to stay late when a case was heavy and she was the last to go home, even on a quiet day. She loved her career, even if her parents didn’t and she couldn’t wait for the day when she got the promotion she had been striving for and until then, at least, she’d live and breathe for the NYPD. It might not have been healthy, but at least she had Fallon to drag her out from time to time. “I can’t! I like being me too much!”[/color] She said with a shrug. Lies could get out of hand, even little ones and since Frankie’s case had implied her brother was into some shady dealings, Devon tried to keep her reputation and her life smudge free. “Besides, you know me; I’d slip up after thirty seconds!”[/color] She’d either mention the station or the NYPD. Worse, she might actually turn on the self-defence if a guy got grabby. Devon hated that so much that a simple no rarely sufficed. If she liked a guy, she’d let him know.

Devon was enjoying herself, even if she wasn’t quite as party loving as her fellow blonde. The last time she had been dancing it had been to catch the attention of a criminal and while it had been a total success, Devon hadn’t exactly loved the way they went about catching the guy. Once again, she pushed those thoughts away and tried to be Devon and not Officer Walker. Laughing as Fallon dragged her to the bar, Devon necked the rest of her drink, wincing a little at the strong taste as the large mouthful gliding down her throat, burning slightly. The bottom of a drink was always the nastiest, she found. Her blue eyes widened at the mention of shots, remembering just how many Fallon had talked her into doing the last time they hit the Marquee. Devon had nearly hit the floor the second she tried to walk away and it had taken a lot of her own strength to keep her balanced on the heels she was wearing that night. She followed Fallon through the crowd, using her petite height to her advantage; even in her heels tonight she barely broke five six! She leaned on the bar and ran her fingers through her long hair before turning to look at the guy Fallon was referencing. He wasn’t too bad to look at, but Devon wasn’t interested in chatting to some random guy, so she turned back to Fallon and shrugged her shoulders. “He’s alright, I guess.”[/color]
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WORDS! 749!
OUTFIT! Overdressed Mess!
LYRICS! This City - - - Patrick Stump
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon had always been one of the guys back in college and even now. She could drink half the Pi Kappa Phi house under the table. One of those party nights happened to be the exact way she found out about the whiskey. There had been bottles and kegs everywhere and for the most part she had found her affection for tequila already. It took two days after she found herself crawling from Gabe’s bed a couple days after that night to figure out who the culprit was that poured her the drink in the first place. “It’s not ‘where’ but with what,” Fallon said falling into a giggle fit. There were plenty of nights out that she found herself the morning after surrounded with this that weren’t around when they’d gone out the night before. The frat house was usually full of these things and only half of the group had any recollection of how it came to be in their possession.

Thankfully, Fallon had never been one to bring guys home from the clubs. She didn’t feel bad about letting them assume they had a chance when if they’d taken the time to ask, she would have laughed at them. No, there were usually only two men she left the clubs with; Gabe and Myles. And though she could take care of herself whenever she was at the clubs, it was nice to know she didn’t always have to and when things went a little too far and some completely wasted idiot just wouldn’t get a clue, she had some backup. “I suppose you wouldn’t actually have to pretend to get away or annoy. You could just flash your badge or say those three words “I’m a cop” and have them running in the opposite direction,” Fallon said, thinking about it as though it were a serious topic. “Or have to listen to the usual awkward comments and questions about handcuffs,” she added, smirking.

The music was good, and the DJ spinning was a regular at the club. She’d been there enough times to know that. Something she wasn’t sure if she should be proud of or shocked by. She handed over the cash for the shots with one hand and she reached over to pull Devon closer with the other. She wasn’t about to buy shots for the entire bar or even the group around them; just them. Fallon rolled her eyes at the lack of attention Devon was giving the crowd, not that it mattered all that much. She raised her shot glass in the air before downing the shot and slamming the glass upside down on the bar. Fallon was more used to these nights out; she could push through the crowds and work her way up to the bar or to the center of the dance floor with ease. She was tiny and used it to her advantage. Laughing, she raised the second glass to her lips grinning wickedly. “Tonight is going to be great!” she said, downing the shot as slamming the glass down the same way as the first. “Alright! Proper round two, or dancing?”

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Clothes || Happy Hour!
Music || Get Up and Dance By Faber Drive
Notes || <3 <3 <3

[Devon Olivia Walker]

“Party Girl” had never been a title fitting to the petite blonde in the red dress. She was much more of a wallflower, hiding in the back, laughing with close friends and usually with a cold bottle of beer in her hand and a comfy pair of jeans and nice top for her outfit. Tonight was a change from the norm and Devon loved it, despite her playful little complaints to her friend who was much more acquainted with the Marquee than Devon was. Really, she could count on one hand the amount of times she had been in here before the sting the previous week. It was hardly the place that called out to her at the end of a long week. “With what is better than with who.”

[/color] Devon pointed out, rolling her eyes at the very thought. She would much rather wake up with a plant pot in the usually vacant space than some guy snoring and drooling onto the pillow. It had only happened once or twice, but they were the cop’s lowest moments to date and she didn’t talk about them. In fact, she liked to pretend like they never happened at all!

They were the nights Devon really was spiralling out of control, but the hangover and the disgust at herself were enough to knock the sense back into the tiny officer. Laughing at her friend’s comments, Devon nodded her head. “You would not believe the amount of times I have done that! Half of them don’t believe it until I actually threaten to arrest them for sexual harassment or something.”[/color] They were empty threats, but they did the trick when she was out and about and someone thought that “no, back the hell off” meant “yes, come and chase me, big boy”. “Urgh, that one also leaves me threatening to let them see for themselves.”[/color] She laughed. If she had her badge on her, then that was all it took to send them running far and fast. Really, Devon preferred that. She wasn’t currently looking for a relationship but the guy she did end up with would have to accept and understand just how much her job meant to her; they couldn’t fear it or belittle it.

She stumbled closer to the bar at the tug on her arm and then smirked across at her friend, shaking her head slightly. Shots usually had the ability to floor Devon if she wasn’t careful, but she could knock them back pretty well, making it seem like she was a lot more of an expert than she actually was at them. Raising it to her lips, the drink vanished in a “blink and it’s gone” moment and she slammed it back to the bar, smacking her glossed lips and letting out a small cough. Once the second one was burning the back of her throat, Devon glanced around and then placed her clutch on the bar while she found where she had stashed her cash. “I’ll get the next round in before you’re left with nothing but coins.”[/color] She teased, ordering the first cocktails her blue eyes landed on. The bartender brought two peachy coloured drinks their way and Devon smiled sweetly at him as she handed over the money, sliding one drink closer to Fallon. “Here, I’m taking you away from the tequila!”[/color] She joked, sipping the sweet drink and smiling at how good her random choice tasted. She could definitely detect a hint of rum beneath the fruit juices, which suited Devon perfectly.
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TAGGED! Fallon!
WORDS! 702!
OUTFIT! Overdressed Mess!
LYRICS! This City - - - Patrick Stump
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Where one blonde preferred life behind the scenes, the other loved the party scene and Fallon really did love it. It wasn’t so much the attention she got that she craved. It was the entire scene. She loved getting dressed up, going out and just having a good time. She never went out with the intention of bringing a man home, and so far so good; the only men she ever went home with were the ones she’d known for seven years. She’d woken up in her place and the frat house with odd things surrounding her but that was the worst she’d gotten. Fallon grinned, “Absolutely true!” she said laughing.

The guys of the house had known better than to try something so stupid with her; like spiking her drink. So when the party girl had finally found her way out of the recesses of Gabe’s room, being drugged hadn’t even crossed her mind. But it had still taken a couple days from that moment to figure it all out; Chris had a huge paper due and had spent his days and nights locked away in the library. After that she avoided that particular drink like the plague. But this night was not for her to reminisce about the good days behind her from College; that was on the guys, if they were in town yet. If not, they would be soon and Gabe would be in for one hell of a night. Of course, she hadn’t been informed about it, because she was the girl he’d fallen for and not the frat boy whose heart was taken.

Fallon shook her head. “I would absolutely believe that. They just don’t clue in fast enough,” she said, shaking her head. She didn’t claim to know how the male mind worked, but it was hardly hardwired the same as women’s. No almost never meant yes but they all seemed to think so. Sometimes Fallon thought Devon had it pretty good with that badge. It was a totally inappropriate use of authority but it would come in handy on those idiots who thought no meant yes, coax me into it. But she was a good actress and that almost made up for not having a badge she could flash around to get rid of the creeps.

It wasn’t that Fallon loved to drink or did a lot of that. She enjoyed drinking with friends but it was the dancing and music that she went for; the good time. There were nights when it was about losing the memories but usually that was just a by-product of the fun they were having. Still, tonight wasn’t meant to be one of those nights. Tonight was a few drinks, a lot of dancing and seeing where the night took the two petite blondes. “There’s plastic for that!” she said, laughing. She didn’t use the credit cards taking up space in her wallet for nights out, but they were in there in the ‘what if’ case and not really for actual use. Fallon laughed picking up the drink on the bar. Her go to drink was tequila, she could drink other things and did, but it was always tequila that she went back to. “Where’s the fun in that?” She asked over the music before taking a sip of the peachy drink. It was good, she would admit to that. “Yum,” Fallon said, laughing before taking another sip.

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Clothes || Happy Hour!
Music || Get Up and Dance By Faber Drive
Notes || <3 <3 <3

[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon had to admit that dressing up and switching out her jeans for the little red dress had been fun. This wasn’t something she did often, so actually styling her hair and putting on something that wasn’t a uniform felt pretty nice. These days it seemed as though she spent more time dressed as a cop with her hair pulled tight back into a bun that she had no real reason to own half of the styling products in her bathroom, or the nice clothes in her wardrobe. Even when she wasn’t on the clock, she didn’t dress up, normally just grabbing the first shirt and jeans that came to her hands in the morning when she rolled out of bed. Devon rarely dressed to impress and even tonight it was more about feeling good herself, rather than trying to attract someone to accompany her home. No, the only man she needed in her apartment was already there; probably already fast asleep on her bed or chewing one of her socks.

She had to remind herself when she was out sometimes that she wasn’t on the job. Once or twice in the past her authority had come into play to break up a fight or stop someone from doing something illegal, but that was usually in one of the dive bars where she drank with some of her NYPD buddies. Tonight, like Fallon had said, she ought to just be Devon and forget about the gun and handcuffs safely tucked away at home. It was easier said than done though, especially considering Devon had arrested a guy in this club a week ago. She had already found her eyes wandering across to the spot and vividly remembering how quickly it had all gone down once she had Doyle wrapped around her little finger, thinking the evening with her would play out a hell of a lot differently than it did.

“And I doubt they’ll ever learn.”

[/color] She said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. Some men were ridiculously stupid and gullible if they thought half of their fantasies would ever come true with a woman. If Devon ever found herself thinking that they weren’t so bad, all she had to do was wait until the rota put her on nights for a week and then she would very quickly remember how foolish drunk men could be and what they expected. On the plus side, those shifts were probably the ones where she got complimented the most, especially when she had some drunken asshole bent over the bonnet of the squad car while she cuffed him.

Laughing warmly and really starting to enjoy herself in the club atmosphere, Devon shook her head and patted her friend’s arm lightly. “Yeah, and then I get a phone call asking me to explain your depleted funds.”[/color] She joked. A cop’s salary may not stretch far, but Devon had very little material expenses and often ended the month with a bit saved up, which came in handy for nights like this one where anything could happen. Fallon had a habit of being able to talk her into doing the things she had been putting off or shrugging to one side and Devon knew that well enough to know that by morning something other than dancing and a few drinks would’ve happened, she just didn’t know what. “You need some variety in your life!”[/color] Devon joked, sipping at her drink again. It was one of those cocktails that tasted so good to her she could’ve probably knocked it back without thinking twice about it if she wasn’t careful!
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TAGGED! Fallon!
WORDS! 638!
OUTFIT! Overdressed Mess!
LYRICS! This City - - - Patrick Stump
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon loved being a girl. She loved getting dressed up, shopping, and flirting. Her height annoyed her, but that was why she fell in love with heels so young; besides that she lived in Hollywood and worked in Hollywood at a studio. If you were a girl and weren’t in heels walking around an office, you had better be the delivery person, or the cleaning crew. For her, it was a break to be dressed down in sweats and trainers. Since starting school though, she’d toned down her look, but still kept the heels for most things. In college, she dressed more like a college kid and less like the assistant to the head of a production studio that she still was from time to time. It was like playing dress up all the time. Even now, she had didn’t styles for different situations, she dressed up to each. Sometimes she wondered how Devon did it every day. She went to work, wore the same outfit day in, day out and hardly ever went out dressed to the nines. Fallon would never be able to do that but she commended her friend the ability.

“They’re men,” Fallon said, blandly as if that were enough to go with. She was cursed with pretty looks and a sly and intelligent mind. She wasn’t doing anything illegal, she just never corrected any of the guys she flirted with; and even then she was small enough to blend into the crowd and slip away. Now, she hustled the guys a little less, unless they approached her, despite standing around a table with Gabe and Myles, despite it being obvious she was with Gabe. She was there to have fun, grab a couple drinks and dance until last call. Fallon shook her head, laughing at the mere thought of having to call Devon during the morning after a good night out. “I wouldn’t call you! You’d hopefully be just as wasted and fuzzy as me. I’d call Gabe, who would talk Myles into pulling some strings. Don’t tell his boss,” she said, wiggling her brows.

She had the name to get whatever she wanted, but she tried not to use it as much as possible. The money she spent, really spent was all the cash she’d saved up since she started working for Trevor, then Starbucks and the TA position she took up in her senior year at UCLA. She got the credit cards because of her name, but she kept them only as rainy day funds. “I have variety! Plenty of mixes with tequila,” she said, sipping the drink in her hand. She wanted to dance again, the beat of the song getting to her. But she didn’t want to go out there with a drink; she’d barely finished the first one before she hit the floor. “One more set of shots, I promise only one this time,” she said, laughing. “You’re choice, and then we hit the floor and dance ‘til the sun rises!”

Tag || Devon! <3
Words || 501
Clothes || Happy Hour!
Music || Get Up and Dance By Faber Drive
Notes || -__- <3 <3 <3

[Devon Olivia Walker]

There had been a time when Devon probably was on path to becoming another typical New York blonde who partied on the weekends and had a new wardrobe each month, but Frankie’s death had changed all of that and shattered her illusion of the world. She liked who she was now, but she was tired of people asking her why she was nothing like the high school cheerleader who had been incapable of slapping someone when now she was able to take down a guy who had a foot on her petite height. Her friends from high school would meet up for lunch sometimes, and Devon felt like the odd one out when they arrived with the hair extensions, the manicures and the designer outfits like they wanted to remind her of the life she could’ve had if she had only followed her original dreams. Now, they weren’t even remotely dreams for the badge holding blonde; she couldn’t see her life without a uniform and a shield in it, though people rarely understood that.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, Devon pretended as though it was a devastating blow. “And there’s really no hope for them. I guess I’m going to have to marry the job after all.”

[/color] She joked, still trying to force herself to switch off entirely, though since she never did that, it was harder than it seemed. In reality though, Dev was in no rush for marriage or the whole happily ever after; she had too much she wanted to achieve before any of that happened and she didn’t think there was a single man who could change her mind on that matter. Her bright blue eyes widened and she shook her head at her friend. “Myles Graham is the last person who needs to know what state I get into on a night out. I’d never hear the end of it!”[/color] Shaking her head again, Devon sipped at her drink and chuckled. Sure, she joked about with Bryce and told him tales of her adventures out of the uniform, but he didn’t feel the need to bring it up when their paths crossed at a crime scene; Myles on the other hand, would. She enjoyed the company of the flirtatious CSI, but only outside of work when he could make her laugh without ruining the hard work she put in with the NYPD.

Laughing again, Devon shook her head, wagging her finger at her friend. “Tequila is your constant. You need to shake it up a bit.”[/color] Using the music as her guide, Devon shook her hips as though it added to her point. It backfired though when looking over Fallon’s shoulder revealed a guy who was now leering with a perverted smirk at the crimson clad officer. “Your promises are worthless when you’re drinking, Fall!”[/color] She called, ignoring the creepy man; if he wanted to push his luck then he would get a face full of the bar sooner rather than later. “The only way forward from here is Sambuca, and you know it!”[/color] Not many people Devon knew actually enjoyed the taste of Sambuca, but it was Devon’s shot of choice and while it did lead to many interesting and questionable events in her young life, it was still her favourite.
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TAGGED! Fallon!
WORDS! 584!
OUTFIT! Overdressed Mess!
LYRICS! This City - - - Patrick Stump
NOTES! <3