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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon didn’t know how Devon did it. She was worried every single time she knew her friend was on the streets in that beloved uniform of hers. She was the same with Myles only that man would never know the truth to that because he would tease her relentlessly about it. She worried about their well-being with them on the streets solving crimes and putting people behind bars. She didn’t want to wake up one morning and get a call for Gabe from Myles’ chief, or one from Devon’s family saying her best friend couldn’t make it to girl’s night. But Fallon would never say anything to either of them, she was proud of both of them for protecting the city while risking their lives every day. She just wanted to keep believing her friends were invincible, partying whenever they could. The petite professor wasn’t going to think about any of that now, it wasn’t the time for wallowing or worry. It was time for another round of shots, drinks and dancing, not necessarily in that order.

Raising a brow, Fallon sipped her drink. “What about that Detective that you’re always going on about. The one that works with Myles, Bryce?” She asked rhetorically, knowing she’d gotten the name right. Myles had talked about him a few times since they worked together, and he’d been out with their usual group more than once. Fallon liked him, he was pretty funny and a damn decent dancer. Fallon had him on the dance floor for at least an hour and he’d managed to keep up with her. Plus, he was easy on the eyes and she’d said as much. She wasn’t interested since the minute he’d been introduced, Fallon knew exactly who he was; and whether her friend liked him or not, she wasn’t about to go there. “He doesn’t seem that hopeless,” she added, sipping casually from her drink again.

Myles had been there nearly every single time Fallon got drunk and partied. She practically lived at the frat house with them with all the parties and having a couple of her classmates in the house. And with him being Gabe’s best friend, it was one with the other, even when Fallon used to drag Gabe away from his books for a movie night, popcorn and chocolate included. “Myles would only say something once, I promise you that. I have more dirt on him than he’d ever care to admit,” she said, grinning with a wink. Knowing him practically since day one of College and hanging around with him a lot gave her a ton of stuff to work with. Plus there was plenty from their trips on Spring Break alone to have him never mentioning partying with Devon; ever.

“Tequila is a very good friend of mine. She’s always been there for me when I’ve needed her the most,” Fallon said, laughing, referring to her favourite poison as if it were a close and personal friend. “They aren’t worthless… they’re just not worth as much as usual,” she said, teasing, laughing at her own ridiculousness. Fallon ordered the Sambuca shots, handing over the bills for them once they were poured. The petite blonde clinked the small glass to the matching one in her friend’s hand and downed the shot of Sambuca, laughing as she slammed the glass back down on the bar. “Dance!” she said, by way of explaining their next move. She grabbed her friend’s hand and dragged her back to the dance floor. Everything was going great and Fallon was planning another trip over to the bar before last call, between dancing. The whole night was about getting a decent buzz going and dancing the entire night away until they finally crawled into the nearest house as the sun started to rise.

It had been a while since the two had shared a proper girl’s night out and Fallon wanted to fill this one with memories only pictures would remember and trinkets they permanently borrowed from New York City. Unfortunately, those plans went out the window when a creepy looking guy started dancing nearby. Fallon didn’t put much into it at first, after all, the place was packed, but he kept staring at the two of them and that didn’t sit well with the California blonde. Snaking her hand out, Fallon grabbed Devon’s wrist, nodded her head towards the guy and slipped a smile onto her face, pulling her friend along and away from the guy as if they were going to get a drink or a bathroom break, neither of which Fallon wanted. She moved them further towards the DJ, stopping only when she felt there were enough people between them to relax again. It only lasted a couple songs before she spun, dancing with some guy who moved in beside her and noticed the creepy guy again. She spun to face Devon, nodding her head towards him again. Taking her hand again, she weaved through the crowd, back towards the front door. If he followed them again, she was just going to walk out the door and tell the bouncer as she went. She didn’t want him ruining her good buzz and it was still early enough that they could get into another club before last call.

She hadn’t checked but she since it was only four songs later, it couldn’t have been more than twelve minutes the most, even drunk she could do that math and he was there again. Fallon was getting really annoyed and at these moments, it was good to have the two men she usually had with her. There wasn’t usually a need for physical violence or even the need to tell a bouncer about it. But growling under her breathe with annoyance, Fallon moved right over to the closest bouncer, pulling him down to her height and spoke quickly in his ear, turning and obviously pointing at the culprit. “It’s way too crowded,” she said to Devon when she was done with the bouncer. “New place?” she asked, smiling through the annoyance. She wasn’t ready to call it a night, but she could go for a new location. Linking her arm with Devon’s, Fallon walked out the door with her friend and started down the street to another club she frequented with the guys. A block away from the next club, Fallon saw the unmistakable neon lighting of a tattoo parlour’s shop front. “Change of plans!” She said, laughing, pulling her friend through the door and right up to the counter. “Hey, you have an artist free?” she asked the man behind the counter, covered with ink and steel.

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[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon was used to the people close to her worrying about her all the time on the unpredictable streets of New York. She was also certain that they were growing used to her eye roll and “I’m fine” comment she gave them every time someone brought it up in conversation. It seemed to be something no one in law enforcement could avoid and the tales were often shared in the locker room while they got ready for their shifts. Still, if anyone got a little too concerned then it just took one night out like this one to remind them that they were still alive and able to hit the town in a little red dress come the weekend.

Laughing, Devon looked over at her friend with wide eyes and a stunned expression on her face. “Since when am I always going on about Bryce?”

[/color] She questioned, still laughing. It was true she had mentioned him a little more than normal over the last two weeks, but that had to be natural, considering how much help he had been giving her to prepare for the sting. Trust Fallon to find something in an innocent name drop! Shaking her head, Devon knew that she had to give her friend something or she’d come out with something else she found hilarious after a few drinks. “He’s a great guy and an amazing friend, but you are reading into nothing.”[/color] She insisted, pushing the hair from her face and grinning across at Fallon. Honestly, she didn’t know how she would have made it through the last month or so without him, but to say that to him would probably mean that she’d never hear the end of it; he’d bring it up at every opportunity just to tease her with. “But I guess he’s not that hopeless.” She said with a small shrug, sipping at her drink again and thinking about it. He could make her laugh and he was definitely one of the more attractive things to see down at a crime scene, but Devon was not going to fall for someone just because of that. She had too many other things they’d have to impress her with to get her doodling hearts on the side of her reports.

Devon had been out with Myles a few times before and he had been to blame for most of the rare hangovers she had woken up with. The man could party alright and there were plenty of memories still only just coming back to her now from the nights in question. “Oh believe me, if Myles got something on me then he would be more than happy to drop it to Bryce and probably at least three of the beat cops I know. You may have all that dirt on him, but the guys would not be fazed by his crazy antics!”[/color] She knew the men she worked with well enough to know that Monday shifts were usually full of weekend chatter about what they had seen or who had been brought in, usually being carried by a disgruntled cop at 4am on Sunday morning.

Shooting her friend a look, Devon held her stare and shook her head. “I think we need to cut you off and get you help now.”[/color] She teased, playing with her hair as she waited for the bartender to bring them their shots. “Shut up unless you plan on making sense.”[/color] She said, laughing and playfully shoving her friend. Knocking back the shot with ease, Devon smacked her lips and then accompanied her friend back into the crowd on the dance floor. She was having a great time, getting caught up in the moment and enjoying the music as she was finally able to let go and just act like another girl on a night out in the city that never sleeps. The only thing that snapped her out of that was when Fallon indicated the creepy guy who felt the need to stalk them around the crowded club. Devon had already shot him several glares, almost wishing that he’d do something just so she could twist his arm behind his back and let him know that it was not okay to be a creep. The last time she saw him, she was ready to do just that, but Fallon catching the bouncer’s attention stopped Devon before she stormed over there. “You should have let me give him a taste of a petite blonde in a red dress.”[/color] She whined, as though she was genuinely upset about missing out on a chance to teach a slimeball a lesson.

Devon didn’t know many clubs in the city, so once they were back outside of the Marquee, she let Fallon do the leading, laughing almost uncontrollably when she realised her friend’s plan to head inside the parlour. Devon had been contemplating getting some new ink and her belly button pierced again for some time. She had it done when she was a teenager, but had taken it out in college and now she missed the extra bit of jewellery. She had no worries about being here and she had no excuse to put this off any longer now they were already inside. “I feel like I’ve picked the wrong outfit for this.”[/color] She said laughing, knowing that this would make one hell of a tale at some point.
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WORDS! 935!
OUTFIT! Overdressed Mess!
LYRICS! This City - - - Patrick Stump
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

These girls’ nights gave Fallon a breather knowing Devon was alright. And when she went out with Myles, those nights proved that he was the same old Myles, always looking for the next flavour. It was easier to believe Myles was going to be fine and not just because he was in less danger being a CSI and not on the streets walking the beat. Fallon worried about the other blonde woman a little more because she was on the streets during her shifts. Still, even though she was normally worrying herself to grey hair before her time, she could remember that Devon was just another girl in a tight dress and high heels, flirting her way through a night with complete strangers. They never had to leave the club with them, or go further than a couple dances and a drink or two, but the fun was getting those drinks. Fallon grinned, biting the straw in her drink. “You’re always saying something about him, casually, and more so since you did that job thing that had be proud and pacing.” She’d found out about the sting operation only after it had happened, but she’d still paced knowing if one thing had gone wrong, she might not have had another one of these nights out. “Or I’m reading into the beginning. He’s quite the charmer, got some moves on him, too,” she agreed, teasing.

Fallon loved going out and having a good time in the clubs, dancing and drinking. She didn’t like the guys who just didn’t understand when to quit, though. That would be the single part of the night she would gladly erase. She could deal with the other guys, brushing them off or flat out saying no when being polite just wasn’t working for her. She was more than capable of taking care of herself though she knew she never had to when she was out with the guys; more so now than before. Fallon loved the easy relationship she had with Gabe. Neither one of them made a big deal when they were out at the clubs. Fallon was a pretty, tiny blonde with a deceiving smile. And she couldn’t be pissy when someone took an interest in Gabe; they were only seeing what she saw when she looked at him. What happened at the club didn’t matter, because at the end of the night, they went home together.

Myles wasn’t completely to blame for all of Fallon’s memory lacking mornings. She willingly drank as much as she did at those frat parties, at the clubs they went to as college kids and even as transplant New Yorkers. The only times she couldn’t claim her own fault where the ones when she woke up days later after throwing up everything she had in her and then some. To be fair, they weren’t usually Myles or Gabe’s fault either. Those two knew better than anyone how much she couldn’t drink whiskey. “Myles has his moments where even the threat of reminding him of his college days doesn’t faze him,” she admitted. There had been a dozen times where she tried to use those threats and he just laughed about it all. She knew there was at least one trip he, like the rest of the group, never wanted to surface, but she would pass along little pieces, out of context, just to have one over him.

Fallon could only laugh because these days, she was downright angelic when it came to drinking. College had been a great four years or partying practically every night, getting up nearly every morning to try and make it to class on time, just to do it all again at the first chance. Fallon had been thankful she’d met Gabe so soon in her college career and gotten in with his friends. They were a hell of a lot more fun than her own fake boyfriend’s fraternity. The most that lot did was crash parties and have this silly rivalry with the Pi Kappa Phi’s. “What is this word sense that you speak of? I know not the meaning of this word?” she asked, grinning wickedly. Asking for sense on these nights just wasn’t possible.

Fallon really wanted to just let Devon take care of the creepy. But that would put a serious damper on the party night she intended to have. That left the only other option available to them; tell someone else. Fallon wasn’t as drunk as she appeared to be. She could drink like a fish and had drunk quite a few of the Pi Kappa Phi’s under the table, but she also got a contact drunk. Whenever she was out with friends, having a good time, she always managed to at least appear far drunker than she actually was. “Next time we go out and get accosted, I promise I’ll push you in his direction. Hopefully, you’ll have your badge on you then,” she said, sobering up faster than she should have. She could feel the alcohol buzzing through her system but because that weirdo cut the trip to the Marquee short, she wasn’t happy.

Until she saw those lights and changed her mind on their next location on this adventure. Fallon laughed, shaking her head. “Me, too,” she said, not caring in the slightest that she would have to take off her dress to get the work she wanted done. When the guy behind the counter said they had artists free, Fallon went straight into what she wanted and how she wanted it. She’d always wanted to add to her small collection of tattoos and this one was special for her. The only reason she hadn’t gotten it sooner was because she had been so busy with school and things. With school out now, there was plenty of time to deal with it. She explained how she wanted the Comedy and Tragedy masks on her right side with music notes around the pair. “I think I want my ears pierced, too,” she said, thinking out loud. Like her tattoos, the petite blonde had been planning on adding to the jewelry in her ears though she’d never gotten around to do them either; now was her chance.

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[Devon Olivia Walker]

She didn’t worry when she slipped into that uniform. There was no time to worry or be fearful of what she might run into on a shift or else there was a larger chance of making a mistake, of hesitating or of getting hurt herself. Devon had been nervous the few weeks on the job, but that seemed like a long time ago now and those feelings rarely surfaced when she was out on those New York streets now. She couldn’t expect everyone in her life to understand that though and calmly sit back every time she was out; especially not when every now and then she ended up with a bruise or a scratch from one of the nastier confrontations with a suspect. Most of her friends were cops though, or had a role in law enforcement, with Fallon being one of the only ones not directly involved with the crime of New York City. Rolling her blue eyes, Devon placed her hand on her hip and stared her friend down. “And I mention Myles casually and you casually too, but it doesn’t mean that I’m about to fall for either of you!”

[/color] She pointed out, arching her eyebrow and smirking. Devon might have spent a lot of time with Bryce since they had met, but it wasn’t like he was running through her mind whenever they weren’t together and she didn’t feel like she had to text him every day just to chat with him. Shoving Fallon playfully, Devon shook her head and took a sip from her drink. “Yeah, because all it takes is a show on the dance floor and a great smile to get me out of my clothes.”[/color] She said sarcastically, shaking her head a little.

Devon might have fallen right into the physical stereotype of petite blonde with big blue eyes, but she rarely played along with that. She was intelligent, didn’t feel the need to fall into bed with a guy who paid her a small bit of attention and she had a badge to her name that hardly anyone in the city suspected her to have. She didn’t really frequent the clubs too often unless Fallon talked her into coming out or there was a celebration amongst her other friends. When she was out she just wanted to dance, have a few drinks and take some photographs that would be cringe worthy but held the signs of a good night. “I’ve got plenty of dirt on him too for whatever poor girl manages to wrap him around her finger. However, at work, it’s just another story to add to the locker room talk.”[/color] He was a good enough guy in Devon’s eyes, but she did have to shake her head sometimes at the stuff he came out with when they were closing up a shift, or bumping into him at a bar.

Even in college, Devon hadn’t fallen into the habit of partying and drinking on the weekends. If she went out it was normally to a local bar for a few quiet drinks or the live entertainment that played there on a Friday evening. The only time she went all out crazy was after finals, when the big parties took over and everyone needed the buzz and the accompanying hangover to feel alive once again after weeks of staring at textbooks until they felt cross-eyed and drained. “I’ve suspected as much for some time now.”[/color] She said dryly, knowing Fallon was capable of doing the opposite of what made sense even without the aid of a few cocktails!

“I’m going to remind you of that the next time we’re out and badge or not, I will make him think twice about being a little pervert.”[/color] She had heard more than her fair share of drunken slurs from men just like him when she was on the night shifts and got called in to deal with one of the many nightclub dramas that took place over the weekends. By now she was bored of creepy men and the thoughts they had, meaning she wasted very little time letting them explain anything, usually moving in with her cuffs the second one of them commented on her appearance or her job. There was very little that could catch her off guard now and she had more than enough shocking tales to tell to anyone who wanted to hear them.

There was enough of a buzz in her system that Devon didn’t mind having to shimmy out of her dress for this little adventure. She might cringe in the morning and make sure that no one but Fallon knew of these antics, but for now the opportunity to cross two of the things from her “to do at some point” list was right in front of her and Devon knew better than to pass this up. She knew the quote she wanted and where she wanted it so it only took a few minutes to explain it to the guy who smirked, getting the Sucker Punch reference without Devon needing to say it explicitly. It was one of the few movies she had on DVD as well as owning the graphic novel, to indulge her slightly geekier side. “Go for it! I’m already getting my old navel piercing back.”[/color] Devon said, having already mentioned it to the guy who seemed to be grinning at the two slightly giddy girls standing before him. She couldn’t blame him though; she could already feel the adrenaline rush that came with getting any form of body art.
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TAGGED! Fallon!
WORDS! 967!
OUTFIT! Overdressed Mess!
LYRICS! This City - - - Patrick Stump
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon rolled her eyes. “You almost never talk about Myles with me,” Fallon said blandly, raising her brows to her hairline. “And you haven’t fallen for me because it would never work out. I could never date a cop,” she added jokingly, though her words were true. She wouldn’t be able to date a cop, she’d be grey before her time and she’d have a whole in her living room floor from all the pacing she’d do while they were off protecting the city. Plus she was happily smitten with the scholar currently out on the town for his own night of fun and games with the guys of Pi Kappa Phi. She probably should have been worried about that, she knew the trouble that group of guys could get into but she was having too good a time herself to be all that bothered that she would probably get a call from the NYPD saying she had to bail out at least a half dozen guys; at least she’d have Devon with her. Fallon held up her hands, shaking her head. “I never said anything about his smile,” she said, biting the side of her bottom lip knowing she’s just caught the other blonde and very pleased with the slip.

Where Devon showed her strength, Fallon hid hers. Sometimes it was just fun having people underestimate you; and she was always getting that. Fallon could hold her own in whatever fight came her way, even giving a couple black eyes out like candy on Halloween to the frat boys in her college days when they got just a little too comfortable with her for her liking. They only did that once, and she showed them how to fix themselves when they’re talking to him. “Let’s just agree that Myles is a huge pain in the ass, but we love him anyway,” she said, sipping at her drink. She did love Myles, he was like a brother to the petite blonde and Fallon couldn’t see a future without the crazy women obsessed man in it. It was almost like a package deal, only she’d known them both long before she and Gabe became official.

Fallon was just as used to the slurs and cheap comments as Devon or any girl who frequented the clubs. And she could handle herself just fine against them, but there were just some nights when she just wanted to have a good time and not ruin it herself by getting into a fight with a guy twice her size. She’d done it before because some guy tried putting his hands on her and she was having no part of that of they said something to piss her off so bad she threw the first punch. For the most part when the bouncers pulled her away from the fight, they just couldn’t believe that the tiny little blonde they’d literally plucked from the ground and easily carried away could start a fight so vicious. “I’ll even make a note of it myself!” Fallon exclaimed, crossing her heart. “And I’ll even pinky swear if you really want,” she added, grinning. It was such a childish thing to do but she would do it simply because it would be funny seeing grown women curling their pinky fingers together in the symbol of a promise neither may remember in the morning.

While Devon went through what she wanted for her latest addition of ink, Fallon looked through the books they had out of the artist’s works. There were quite a few pieces she saw that impressed her and she hoped it was this guy, or girl she was getting for her newest. “How did we start the night with the sole purpose of waking up tomorrow without a single clue as to what we did and now we’re getting ink and metal?” she asked randomly when Devon was finished speaking with the guy behind the counter. It was never a dull night out and this detour proved that easily enough. Fallon was going to wake up with new ink on her side and hopefully enough of a recollection to how she’d gotten it. She wasn’t that drunk and really, she hadn’t had a whole lot to drink compared to one of her usual nights out. Compared to those, she was the closest thing to sober as she could get with alcohol rushing her system. It didn’t take her artist long to come up to the counter with a sketch drawn out. And aside from a couple music notes in the wrong spots, it was perfect.

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

[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon had always been a quick thinker, mainly thanks to most the debates she had been a part of during her four years at Stanford when she was still dreaming of a cutthroat career in politics. “Hey, to be fair, most of the tales I have with Myles I can’t tell you because of the job. And the rest you’re usually around for.”

[/color] She argued. Plus, she doubted Fallon needed to know about the cases the pair of them crossed paths on. None of them were pleasant and more than once Devon had felt her lunch threaten to make a guest appearance at a scene, especially if she was the first to respond. She had to laugh at Fallon’s reasoning for them never being a potential couple, as if Devon’s job was the biggest obstacle. “Yeah, and I couldn’t hang around for seven years for you to realise that you loved me.”[/color] She teased, sticking her tongue out at her friend. Devon blinked for a long moment and innocently sipped from her drink, not even realising the slip up until Fallon had pointed it out. Fighting the blush before it reached her cheeks, Devon shrugged. “So what? He’s got a great smile! It’s a compliment to his dentist really.”[/color] Finishing off her drink with another gulp, Devon put the glass down and then turned her attention back to her rather pleased friend. “A great smile isn’t going to get me into bed or have me planning out a future with the guy.”[/color] Bryce was still just a friend, no matter how much Fallon pushed it.

It was really the badge that gave Devon the confidence to tackle anything. It would probably one day land her into trouble and the young blonde would overestimate what she was actually capable of, but until then, she would continue to do her job to protect and serve, regardless of everything else. Before the NYPD and the combat classes she attended on a Tuesday evening, Devon had been just another shy and polite New York blonde who would probably have spent a night out like this avoiding any guys and running at the first sight of one creepy one. Yup, getting that badge number had completely changed Devon’s life and the people who had known her longest had said as much too. “Totally agreed.”[/color] She grinned. Despite his cocky remarks and arrogance at times, Myles really was a good guy. On a couple of the more horrific scenes that she had been first officer too, he had checked up on her after he was done collecting the evidence and made certain that the tough cookie was going to survive another harsh night in New York. It was just a side of his character that not everyone got to see.

Devon hooked her pinky finger around Fallon’s as she laughed. “I’m going to text you in the morning to remind you. And then again when we next go out.”[/color] She said, not trusting the power of a drunken vow to see them through to the next girl’s night. Plus, she knew her friend and she didn’t want her to forget this and then try to pull Devon away if she did have to confront some leering asshole the next time they found themselves dancing away in The Marquee.

Glancing back over her shoulder, Devon shrugged. “I have no idea, Fall. I’m just glad it’s my weekend off after this! I don’t think the Captain would like hearing that I didn’t chase someone down because it hurt a little too much from spending Friday night in a tattoo parlour.”[/color] She said with a smirk, though even if she had been in work that weekend, it was highly unlikely that she’d have to use that excuse. Sure, certain things might be uncomfortable to do, but Devon had a pretty decent pain threshold by now. She browsed through some books while they waited and Fallon looked over the sketch the artist brought over to her. Devon’s was probably a little simpler than her friend’s purely because it was only a few words in a calligraphy style. She didn’t want anything decorating it; just the black lettering was going to work perfectly. “So what’s the plan for after the body modification is over?”[/color] The night was still young and Devon had plenty of energy left for their adventures.
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TAGGED! Fallon!
WORDS! 767!
OUTFIT! Overdressed Mess!
LYRICS! This City - - - Patrick Stump
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon had her traits and having a sharp tongue happened to be one of them. It got her into a hell of a lot more trouble than she would ever admit to, but thankfully she had Gabe, Myles and Devon to remind her constantly. It didn’t bother her in the least though because she spoke the truth, even if she was being sarcastic as hell about it. “And I really don’t want to hear about those, honestly. Myles tried telling us about a scene once, omitting practically everything and that alone had me shaking my head,” she admitted shaking her head again at just the memories. “Hey! Three of those don’t count! I was dating a closet gay!” She exclaimed just quiet enough so only Devon could really hear what she said. And even if someone had overheard her, it could be taken out of context so she was still alright with it. “Oh, so it’s okay I tell him when I see him next? We’re supposed to be going to breakfast Sunday, provided we’re all sober enough by then to get outside. You’re welcome to tag along, by the way,” she added, as if it were an afterthought. With them though, or at least with Fallon it wasn’t so much an afterthought as she just expected everyone to know they were invited. Fallon nodded her head to placate her friend more than she agreed with her. There was something there, Fallon was sure of it, but she wasn’t about to say more than she already had on the matter. There was no reason to cut the night short because of teasing remarks.

Fallon wasn’t drunk enough to forget this night, despite acting as if she was. She wasn’t the kind of girl that actually needed to drink to have a good time and there had been a few nights when she only said she was sipping Pepsi and mix but those nights usually had a test following it first thing in the morning. “How many days of text messages am I going to get?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She had drank a lot so far that but it wasn’t anything compared to her usual nights out which started with drinks at her house while she got ready and continued through the night until last call when she usually ordered a dozen shots which were shared and a drink for herself, then if whoever she was with was still standing, she hit an afterhours dance club or even went back to her place and the fully stocked bar she kept. “And who said you wouldn’t be waking up on my couch or vice versa, huh?” she asked grinning. If Fallon had any say, the other blonde would be waking up in the spare bedroom wondering what the hell happened the night before. Of course, if something did happen the next girls’ night, Fallon was going to sit back and let Devon take care of things. After all, it was hilarious to see a guy get taken down by a girl half his size.

Fallon laughed; also grateful she didn’t have work. School was out for the next couple months and she really didn’t have to start planning anything for the next year until mid-August. And even then, all she would do is add in some new titles to talk about; movies that came out the previous year. Though, even if she did have to go to work the next day, it wasn’t half so physical as Devon’s job. She could take it easy, sit at her desk and show some clips or stills from movies and ask questions about emotions, background, colour choices and whatever else Fallon decided to add to the list. “I think technically it is Saturday morning, just after midnight,” Fallon said with a grin too big to be innocent. She got terribly cheeky when she was excited and she was definitely excited about getting this new addition to her ink collection. “That would depend on what time we crawl out of here,” Fallon answered honestly. If it was still early enough, they could hit the next closest bar, pub or dive at this point, toss back a few more drinks, maybe hit that afterhours dance club a few blocks over to tire themselves out, then find their way back to her place and that bar she loved so much. Seeing the artist doing her ink wave her over, Fallon slipped behind the counter to the little bed she would have to lay on. “Show time,” she said, laughing at her terrible little joke. Where she wanted her ink she was going to have to shimmy out of her dress, which she did, uncovering until her waist just so there would be no chance of getting ink on her pretty dress.

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[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon always said she was too busy for romance. It was one of the last things on her mind and she wasn’t one of those single women who went home, cooked her meal for one and sighed at how quiet her apartment was. She wanted to be in a relationship eventually, but it wasn’t high up on her list of priorities, even with friends talking about how they knew these great guys or teasing her over little things; like Fallon was doing now. It wasn’t like she had a safe job, or one that always had her home in time for dinner. She had broken up with Nathan because she didn’t want to put him through the stress and the worry that he felt every time that she donned the uniform and stepped out onto the streets. That same sentiment would apply to anyone who took an interest in Devon and she couldn’t change for them; she was too committed to her career and the good that she did. “You didn’t have to be. Stop trying to make excuses.”

[/color] Devon teased, shaking her head and running her fingers through her hair. She rolled her blue eyes and folded her arms as she stared Fallon down. “By all means, tell Bryce that he has a great smile. Hell, you can add that he’s good at his job, makes me laugh and looks good fresh out of the shower!”[/color] The alcohol definitely pulled that out of her, but she still wasn’t thinking about Bryce in that way. She had shut her mind off of any ideas of dating and romance a long time ago and nothing seemed to get in now.

“One every day until I decide you’ve got the message burnt into your frontal lobe.”[/color] Devon could happily say that hangovers were rare occurrences for her. They usually only came after she had spent the night drinking to forget or numb the pain and that wasn’t the common reason for Devon to frequent a club or a bar. Normally she was on a girls night out or out with her friends from the NYPD and they were celebrating or unwinding. Besides, Devon was young and she didn’t want to become one of those cops you heard of and tried to avoid, where alcohol became their go-to for everything. Most nights, she was the one helping her friends get home before making her own way back to her apartment and falling onto her bed, usually still in her party outfit. “I am not having people assume I’m doing the walk of shame just because I crashed out at yours.”[/color] She laughed, remembering the last time she’d crashed at Fallon’s and got a cab home the next morning. One guy spotted her on the way out to the cab and had to pass comment and Devon had to stop herself from tackling him.

Devon didn’t get the long summer like Fallon did. In fact, she was lucky when her time off did get approved. The NYPD had to make sure that they still had enough officers on to cover the shifts and the absences and it wasn’t always easy to get what they wanted. Most of the time, Devon’s leave got issued by the Captain when she had been pushing herself hard or he needed her to cover something at the weekend, rather than sit about filling out paperwork and reports during the week. She didn’t mind though; she was from the city itself. She didn’t have to travel miles and miles to see her family during the holidays and she didn’t jet off to some tropical place for a tan and blue ocean. She’d have time for that in the years to come. “Unless I’m writing up a report, it’s Friday night.”[/color] Devon said, smirking and shooting her friend a look before turning back to the artist who came out to address her with the design Dev had asked for. “You tell Myles or Bryce that I stripped off tonight and I will hurt you.”[/color] Devon warned teasingly as she moved across the parlour to another bed and peeled herself out of her dress as was necessary for everything that she was getting done. If either of the guys heard about this she was certain that the teasing would never end and she’d have nothing to hold over them in return! She didn’t like it when they had dirt on her and all she could do was defend herself weakly or succumb to their playful taunts.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

As much as Fallon loved going out with the guys on a Friday night to unwind, she loved her girls’ nights out just a little bit more. She was always around the guys, whether it was at the clubs or their house acting like they were still in College and their apartment was the frat house. She never went out looking for anything, even before Gabe, her plan had always been to hustle a couple guys out of drinks, dance and go home; alone. The only part of that plan that changed now was that she didn’t always go home alone; Gabe was usually with her now. And after what happened senior year at UCLA, she hadn’t been looking for romance or love. She’d been looking to just have fun, and after that, romance or another man in her life had actually been the furthest thing from Fallon’s mind. She’d been worried of following down the same path. And then things exploded with Gabe and she realized she’d been so scared of something that had already happened to her; freshman year at UCLA.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Fallon said rolling her eyes. Those three years had been a train wreck to say the least and there were so many signs, looking back now, that she’d been blind to. If things like time machines existed, Fallon would go back and do it all again, she wouldn’t put those rose coloured glasses on in the first place. It hadn’t really mattered in the long run whether she was “tied” to someone or not. Aside from waking up in some random guy’s bed every weekend, she had what she thought was the typical party life of a college student. “Fresh out of the shower, eh?” Fallon said catching what she thought was the most important part of that monologue. She was not about to let this go. Devon was forever teasing her about Gabe, now Fallon has something to tease the other blonde with.

“So, tomorrow?” Fallon asked, teasing. There were only two drinks that sent Fallon into the heart of hangover city, getting the worst of the worst moments. She could drink tequila shots and get so drunk it’s a miracle she makes it home in one piece, falling into the bed or onto the couch and wake up the next morning ready to go. “Well, maybe if you took the sweats I offered, people wouldn’t assume that!” There had to be a dozen pairs of sweat pants, not to mention a hundred sweaters in her closets, it would have been only too easy to grab something for Devon to wear. But she’d refused them and instead wore her dress home.

Fallon loved her long summers, free to do as she pleased. They weren’t why she went into teaching, but they were a definite perk. They meant she could spend two, three months working on sets, relaxing poolside or surfing. It was the only time she really got to California in the last few years. She took every break she could get back there, but the summer was her time to spend longer than a week. Fallon stuck her tongue out at her friend, acting very much the teenager. It was a wonder people believed her when she told them how old she was with the way she acted all the time. She hardly looked like the twenty-five year old that she was. “Oh, I’m going to tell them alright. But the setting is going to be far from the truth as will the reason behind it,” Fallon said, laughing at the idea of sending them off from a wild story she’d made up at the drop of a hat. “I figure there was an empty city street, lots of laughter from a night of recklessness, alcohol and dancing and dot, dot, dot. In the background I’ll have I kissed a girl playing quietly to add to their filthy thoughts. I won’t tell them it’s because I found a tattoo parlour and decided I needed to add to my collection,” she continued, crawling onto the bed and adjusting the lacy pink bandeau so she was properly covered. “Or you yours! We’ll call it an experiment to see how long it takes for one or both to corner you on it!”

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[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon had never been the typical party girl, despite how she might have looked tonight. Really, the red dress she had on and the sequined number that had helped the NYPD the week before were the only dresses she had that screamed nightclubs. She had spent her entire life in the heart of the city, aside from her four years at college, but Devon had never seen the appeal of spending every weekend in the clubs with the loud music and the flashing lights. She had nothing against those who did, but she would rather enjoy her time in a bar with a band playing or with a bad movie and a friend. The rare night’s out might have been becoming a little more frequent and she loved them, but that would never really change. Plus, she was one of the youngest in the group of her friends so the whole “finding the one” wasn’t something that came with a ticking clock for her whereas she did know one or two people who seemed to be on some sort of countdown to happy ever after.

“My first kiss was with Scott Willis beneath the bleachers in my sophomore year. The basketball team had just made it to the New York championships.”

[/color] She offered as something Fallon didn’t know. First kiss conversations seem to end after high school and unless Devon was having a moment of nostalgia, he cropped up in conversation or she bumped in Scott (which was rare) she never thought about it. The NYPD blonde wasn’t close to drunk, but she was relaxed and alcohol mixed with her lowering her guard meant that she was more likely to say things without thinking first. Devon realised this was what she had done here and rolled her eyes. “I called round once unannounced. Bryce hadn’t long been out of the shower. He had that wet hair look going on.”[/color] She elaborated. The whole thing had been innocent enough and Devon had been more worried that her arrival might’ve disrupted some of his plans for the evening than anything else.

Devon rolled her eyes. “And every day after that.”[/color] She said dryly, turning her attention to the people around them. There was no one to catch her eye or anything interesting happening, but by now it was second instinct to divide her attention between everyone and everywhere. “Yeah, because sweats and killer heels are a classy combination.”[/color] She said with a warm laugh. While the two girls could easily swap and borrow clothes, shoes were another matter. There was a size difference between the pair and that was not something you could get away with; it meant uncomfortable cramp and blisters for one and awkward shuffling and a potential broken ankle for the other!

Summer for Devon mainly meant switching to her short sleeved uniform and leaving the thermal socks at the back of her drawer for a good few months. There were a few chances for her to enjoy the sunnier days and get a small break away from the harsh truths hidden inside the walls of the precinct, but Devon preferred to allow her colleagues with families and children to take the time off, rather than waste it on herself. She knew how hard it was for some of the officers to make it home for bedtime each night and it broke her heart a little to hear whispered excuses down the phone when they were overworked and undermanned. They deserved the time off more than she did and in reality she would probably just spend the time reading books and fussing over things that didn’t really require her attention. She didn’t dream of tropical islands or have people to see outside of the city these days. She took a few days off for her birthday each year in the August, but that was the only date she really wanted off; the rest seemed to be coercion from her captain or sick days. Devon narrowed her blue eyes to throw Fallon a faux glare. “They’ll be following me around work like teenage boys finding their hormones for the first time.”[/color] She rolled her eyes, definitely knowing that it would be Myles’ reaction at the least. “Myles will spend the rest of his career talking in innuendoes and giving me ‘knowing’ looks. Bryce, well he’ll probably make a blunt remark sooner rather than later and then he’ll never buy the truth unless I prove it…which will still require me to lift my shirt up.”[/color] Devon predicted, getting comfortable before her artist came over and moving became a rather big ‘no-no’. At least that had been the case for her other tattoo and she had never needed to wriggle so badly in all of her life. It was on her back and she hadn’t really thought about how she was laying until it was too late and the artist was more than reluctant to let her move at all. She was a lot comfier this time, though. “Although, if someone hits me in the stomach after this I’ll have one of them asking questions.”[/color] She knew the piercing would be the fussiest to heal, but it wasn’t like she found herself tackling criminals with her abdomen on a regular basis.
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LYRICS! This City - - - Patrick Stump
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon knew that eventually life would change and she would have to grow up and stop frequenting the clubs of New York as often as she did now. But she was twenty-five. She was still young and still had plenty of time on her hands to grow up. So what if she had the man of her dreams already, her career all sorted and the beginnings of a plan for the rest of her life. She knew twenty-five year olds who didn’t have a thing going for them and others who thought twenty-five was too late to grow up. She couldn’t be either of those. Fallon had always needed a life outside of her uncle’s studio, not so far out of it that she was away from the industry she so loved but enough. She figured she had another five or so years before she really had to slow down and look at things differently. Her twenties were all about doing those stupid things you just couldn’t get away with over thirty. And the petite blonde had made a promise to herself too long ago that she would get through that list before that particular deadline. She was well on her way to achieving that, too.

“Way to be literal, Dev,” she said dryly, sipping at her drink. She could remember her own first kiss well; both onscreen and off. They were completely different things when you were older but when you were only young, it meant even less onscreen. Fallon gave Devon a look that said more than words ever could over the rim of her dwindling drink. “You expect me to believe that you saw that man after a shower and only looked at his hair? He had better already have been dressed or I’ve been trying to set you up with the wrong team,” she said, taking a long sip from her drink.

The cop just wasn’t about to let it go, even knowing Fallon would remember this night easily enough. “I’ll just delete them all. I will remember this night,” she said, knowing as long as she didn’t touch a drink with her kryptonite in it, she would be fine and fuzz free in the morning. “That’s it. I’m going out tomorrow and picking up a couple different styles of shoe in your size. They can stay at my place for when we go out and you can wear them home in the morning from the nights we find ourselves at mine,” she said, rolling her eyes. She had plenty of shoes in her own closet that she could just snatch up a couple pairs and keep them over at Devon’s in case the tables were reversed. She already did that with Gabe’s and Myles’ place, she could lose another couple pairs to another friends’ closet.

There was one thing Fallon couldn’t deny even if she wanted to since there was more than enough proof. The girl loved tattoos. She loved getting them, seeing them, she just loved them. It amused her when a student walked into class sporting some new ink and she caught sight of it. She always made a point of talking to them about it, seeing it for herself if it were somewhere like their arm or calf. It was bad enough the scene she and Gabe had put on in her classroom, she didn’t need to add ogling body parts of students to the list of inappropriate things she’d done. “They’ll see it anyway at that beach thing. Let them have their fantasies for a little while before ruining it,” Fallon said, laughing as she moved once more to get comfortable before that needle hit skin and she’d be stuck for an hour at least. “Yeah, you might want to stay away from any sort of training at the precinct for the time being. It might hurt a little bit,” she said, grinning as the tattoo artist brought the needle to her skin. “Here we go,” she said, closing her eyes.

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[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon might have been focused on her career and her dress collection was nothing when compared to Fallon’s, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t relax sometimes. She was one of the first ones to agree to changing out of the NYPD uniform and grabbing a beer or two at the end of a shift. It was a completely different thing to what tonight was, but she didn’t mind those differences. In many ways it just made it easier for the young blonde to keep that neat line between her professional life and her social life. Right now she didn’t have anything or anyone else to consider when she picked up extra shifts or worked a double, but it might not be that way forever and Devon didn’t want to be in her thirties and constantly bringing her work home with her. She had heard and seen the horror stories of failed families and she saw the detective with his lamp still on long after everyone else had left for the night; she didn’t want that. If she stayed late to work then she wanted it to be because they needed her to, or because she had fallen behind on paperwork; not just because the thought of going home to an empty apartment was more terrifying than half of the people they had the displeasure of meeting on the job.

Devon grinned and winked at her friend before raising the glass to her lips again. Sometimes an opportunity was just too good to pass up on. Rolling her cobalt eyes, Devon sighed. “He was already dressed, and besides, I was frazzled enough without needing almost naked men on my mind.”

[/color] She felt the tingling sensation that came with alcohol consumption washing over her and that tiny voice of her conscience reminded her that Fallon would only be too happy to remind the blonde officer of this conversation come the morning. “Oh, so you’re admitting to trying to set me up now?!”[/color] She asked, arching her eyebrows and pretending to look offended. “Am I really that hopeless?”[/color] She laughed, envisioning Fallon trying to scheme and plan with a list of potential suitors like Devon was quickly becoming some old maid left on the shelf.

“You always say that.”[/color] Devon said with a teasing smirk. Ever since a few of those nights had led to Devon being dragged from her slumber by the buzzing of her phone and her friend asking questions about one or two of their adventures, she had taken to teasing Fallon about it every night out. Normally Devon had some control left; even if the world seemed to be tilting slightly by the time she found her bed. There had been a few exceptions, but most of them were nights that didn’t involve Fallon, but rather a friend called Captain Morgan and a bar to prop the blonde cop up. She could only laugh at Fallon’s frustration over shoes, but nodded along anyway, choosing to just let Fallon roll with whatever it was the loud music kept stealing snippets of. Devon wasn’t a big shoe girl, but she had a modest collection of various designs and colours. Most of the time she found herself in the same NYPD issued boots which she only really swapped for a pair of sneakers or another pair of more fashionable boots at the end of each day.

Devon’s first tattoo had been a birthday present from Frankie back when she was eighteen. She had gone with him when he had his jersey number added to one of his already existing tattoos and she had been obsessed with the whole thing, eventually mentioning it enough that he thought it the best thing to pay for when his baby sister turned eighteen. Their parents disagreed, but they could hardly complain when Devon had kept it reasonably small and on her shoulder blade; easy enough to hide, should she ever need to. So long as they were out of plain sight and not on show the NYPD didn’t care. Laughing, Devon pushed her hair back from her face and arched her eyebrow. “I still have to hurt someone for that. And if either of them are close enough to read this then it’s probably going to be the last thing they ever see.”[/color] She joked, though if anyone did try and read the little quote she was getting inked onto her skin then they probably would be getting a mouthful of sand. It was only a small design and even in one of her bikinis it would rest just outside the fabric. “Probably a good idea! I’ll have to cancel my combat class this week, I think.”[/color] Devon laughed, though she should probably call her sparring partner in vice and let him know that she’d be giving this week’s usual lunchtime session a miss. She smirked at her friend and then started up a quick conversation with the artist prepping for her, laughing with him as she explained a few of the strange remarks he had heard from the two girls since they had entered the parlour.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

When the two had decided they needed to get out and without the group of guys they normally hung out with, Fallon was at her wardrobe picking out what to wear almost instantly. She had so much clothing stuffed into her apartment, it was a miracle she could actually decide what she wanted to wear. To be fair, her sizes hadn’t changed since she’d been a teenager so unless she was donating some things or had to throw them out from wear and tear, she just kept it all. And since she’d been clubbing and going to parties long before her twenty-first birthday, she’d collected quite a bit of clothing she saw fit for painting the town red. It wasn’t fair to compare her wardrobe to anyone else’s since she’d been collecting her pieces for years and rarely turned down an opportunity to shop. “But what a fine almost naked man,” Fallon said, feigning wistfulness, sipping at her drink.

Fallon kept her drink to her lips, appearing as innocent as she could, looking across at Devon. She hadn't really been trying to set up the other blonde, but if she had been, it wouldn’t have been much of a stretch since they knew some of the same people. There might have been a handful of people Fallon knew that Devon didn’t, but it wouldn’t stay that way. “Yes!” she finally said, deadpan. “There was just talking, that’s all. Would you rather I talk poorly of you?” she asked, honestly but those bright blue eyes of hers were alight with amusement. Fallon had a habit of talking about her friends to other friends she thought might make friends well enough. She loved her friends dearly and wanted to show them off like some would flaunt their worth. The petite professor didn’t think money matter that much, it was good to have but all things considered, there was life without excessive amounts of it.

Fallon’s first tattoo hadn’t been done in rebellion. She had put a lot of thought into it and when she went to Trevor about getting it instead of something frivolous he couldn’t really say anything other than it was an excellent idea. So he’d gone with her on her sixteenth birthday, sat with her, holding her hand as she got her father’s name on her back between angel’s wings. She’d had her father’s dog tags since she was born, since Trevor took them from her mother when he took Fallon but they never really seemed like enough. “I don’t know about that. Detective Pierce might get that close. Myles, you can hit,” Fallon teased laughing. “Hell, I’ll hit him for you,” she said, wanting to rub her hands together. She was always looking for a reason to spar with the CSI. Ever since they were in college and she’d spoke her mind, he never let her live it down. It didn’t matter that she was head over heels for his best friend and brother; she’d told him she thought he was yummy. To be fair, she hadn’t been the only one to say it, but apparently she’d been the only one back then to decline his advances. She was a better wing woman anyway. “It might be wise, for a couple weeks probably,” Fallon agreed before turning to her tattoo artists and continuing a conversation of her own with him. She laughed, but didn’t expand on anything that was said since they could hear Devon just fine and she didn’t need to elaborate herself.

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[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon’s life was New York. She didn’t come from the rich and fancy families of Manhattan, but she also didn’t know poverty like some people did. She had a cop’s wage and simple lifestyle, but that didn’t mean she didn’t try to enjoy herself at every chance she had. If she didn’t get out when she could then she’d only be spending more hours at the precinct and while it might look good for her career, it didn’t exactly suggest a fulfilled life. She shot Fallon a playful glare and lowered her glass one more time. “What exactly do you want me to say? If I agree then you’ll never let this go and if I disagree then I’d be lying.”

[/color] Those blonde moments were rare for Devon, but this was definitely one of them and she groaned as she dropped her head to her hand, knowing it was too much to hope that the music had drowned that out. Alcohol stopped that mental filter from working and despite not feeling romantically about Bryce, she would be lying if she said he wasn’t one of the best views at a crime scene.

Rolling her eyes, Devon smirked and sipped at her drink again. “If I find myself in a locked room or a broken elevator with anyone anytime soon, I will be knocking on your door and your lanky know-it-all genius will not be able to protect you from my wrath. He’d probably trip over himself trying.”[/color] She said, throwing in the light teasing for good measure. She had never met anyone so clumsy in her whole life and then came Gabe who never seemed to be able to make it through half an hour without bashing into something or falling down.

The canary on her shoulder-blade wasn’t a design she had just picked out of a book. It had been an old thing for as long as she could remember where her brother had teased her blonde hair with the pet-name that had, somehow, spread into high school. The ink there was symbolic of a time in her life that she never wanted to forget; Devon just didn’t think the tattoo would one day serve as a memorial to Frankie. “You’re not about to let this go, are you?”[/color] She said, shaking her head. “Go ahead and hit him! I will not stop you!”[/color] Devon had to be careful not to move too much, but the conversation seemed to be far from over between the two girls. She adored Myles, but his cheesy lines only worked to make her laugh and tell him to fish in another pond. Still, he could bring the fun to a night out and while she would probably always go to Bryce with worries or problems, Myles was still someone else who understood her job if she needed a light-hearted break from it all. “You’ll probably have to give Gabe a break, too; we wouldn’t want you getting hurt from all those activities.”[/color] Devon teased devilishly, biting her lip to hide the laughter threatening to erupt. She could tease Fallon just as much as the other blonde could make remarks to her, too.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

New York had never actually factored into Fallon’s plans. It had always been a nice place to visit. She could see herself staying there for a few months here or there, working with the studio but the city itself had never been in her plans until they were. She had planned on staying on at UCLA or at least in the state but after everything that had happened, she couldn’t stay where there were too many memories and almost all of them tainted with realization and stupidity. Once things changed for her, she decided the setting had to change for things to get better for it. And they had. She packed up, moved across the country and the pieces of her life started to fall into place again.

The funny part of it all was that Fallon loved New York. She had barely been there a week and had already felt like it was where she belonged. She had a friend there, a couple though one she actually considered a friend, a brother and not just another person she knew in the city. It was still a little weird knowing the guy that started more than half the trouble they all got in in those four years of college was actually a grown up with a grown up job. He hardly acted the part whenever she was around but it was true nonetheless! And then Gabe showed up and it was like the only things that changed were their surroundings. They weren’t going to the same cheap dive bars on the beach after a day of surfing; they were going to rather upscale clubs, drinking better alcohol and dancing with new strangers. If it weren’t for Myles, she would never know Bryce or Devon and she wouldn’t have another couple friends to add to that small list of people she cared about. At first, Fallon thought she might have heard wrong, the music was loud, there were people behind her shouting at each other much like the two were doing. But she couldn’t have mistaken that look after the words had left Devon. Happily, Fallon indulged in a little happy dance, knowing she’d been right. “I wish I had put money on that, damn,” she said, not bothering to hide the grin on her face.

If Fallon were being honest, she spoke about Devon a little more than her other friends. But she had more adventures with the cop than she did with the others. And she was one of the small group of her single friends. It wasn’t that she was actually trying to set her up with anyone; she wasn’t that kind of friend. At least, not unless Devon indicated that she wanted Fallon’s help. And even then, she would have turned to someone who understood. The petite blonde was already crossing her fingers for Devon, she wouldn’t outright say it but she’d already dropped enough hints tonight for her opinions to be obvious. Unable to help herself, Fallon laughed, shaking her head at the image. “He probably wouldn’t make it up the stairs,” she agreed easily. She’d never known a bigger klutz than Gabe, but he was her klutz and she loved him. “But why would you be stuck in a broken elevator? I don’t know wiring well enough to fake it either.” In fact, on sets she generally used to stay away from that crowd. They were good men, a couple women, and funny as hell but there were too many wires, too many tools for Fallon to safely stick around and learn anything useful.

“This is what friends are for! To never let you forget things you’ve said or done!” Fallon said, laughing happily. There were things that Devon wouldn’t let her forget or Myles or well, anyone she knew. So why would she let anything slide when she could get something over anyone else. If there wasn’t some playful banter that ended with Fallon punching Myles’ arm, the day just didn’t seem complete. Fallon’s grin was anything but sweet and innocent when she tossed a look Devon’s way. “It would be nice to get some sleep,” she said casually enough to have the man working on her ink chuckling and pulling the gun away for a second.

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