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[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon could spend night after night wondering how her life might be different if fate hadn’t steered her in a different direction in the split second before her future seemed set in stone. She had always believed that she would return to New York after she graduated Stanford and that hadn’t changed, but she didn’t think she’d be wearing a uniform or wielding a weapon of her own back then. Now it seemed like she had made the right choice because, even with people worrying and doubting it so much, Devon was happy. If she had gone into politics like her framed diploma revealed then she probably wouldn’t be spending tonight in a nightclub and she definitely wouldn’t be friends with the likes of Myles and Bryce, and then Fallon and everyone else in that small circle wouldn’t be a part of her life either. No matter what happened, how bad a day was, she had them to fall back on if she needed them. New York was her home and they just made it that little bit more special.

Devon was young; younger than she acted sometimes. She didn’t care about her friends falling in love and starting their lives together. The tiny blonde was happy for them, of course, but she didn’t feel like she was missing out and jealousy wasn’t a word she’d use either. Devon was happy with the way things were and romance didn’t take up much of her time at all. Even around Bryce she had managed to keep a lid on everything connected to that area of her feelings. Rolling her eyes at Fallon, Devon acted nonchalant and pushed her hair back from her face. “I said he was attractive. I’ve also told you that I find Ryan Reynolds attractive. It doesn’t mean I’m about to fall for him, does it?”

[/color] She didn’t want to make a big deal out of something that could be nothing. Bryce had merely helped her out a lot recently and they had grown closer as friends; it was probably just a fleeting attraction that she would be over before the month was out.

The NYPD officer didn’t think her friend would let it go so easily though, especially not with how excited she seemed to be about catching Devon out. She didn’t mind though; so long as it stayed with them and Myles didn’t catch wind. The last thing they needed was him to make some amused remark at a crime scene and have Devon retaliate with a swift kick when she was supposed to be watching the crowds. Plus, it just gave Devon even more of an excuse to tease Fallon about her own relationship with the brainiac; not that she really needed one! “Is he allowed near stairs? Surely that’s just a guaranteed accident?”[/color] She couldn’t hide the smirk on her lips as she said that and quickly followed it with a roll of her blue eyes and a casual shrug of her slender shoulders. “You know movie people. If you wanted it rigged, then it would happen.”[/color] It was the first answer that popped into her head and a prank that she wouldn’t put past her friend if someone asked her outright.

Letting out a groan, Devon closed her eyes and cringed. “I can see you even engraving it on my gravestone.”[/color] It seriously was a good job that no one from any other parts of her life would expect to find her semi-stripped in a tattoo parlour at this hour of the night. She could do without anyone else jumping on the “embarrass Devon” bandwagon. Plus, she didn’t think Fallon would be able to keep a straight face if anyone else came in now and it would be highly likely that their tattoos would be ruined from giggles or jumping up in shock. “You’re terrible, and you’re supposed to be influencing the younger generations? I’m going to wait for the day some college kid mentions your name in the tank.”[/color] It would never happen, probably, but Devon still smirked at the thought of it. It would definitely make the usual Friday night overtime a little more worth it.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon wasn’t about to pack up her things and move back to California. Being away from there for so long now, she couldn’t picture living there anymore. She missed surfing every day but she did that when she went home for vacation. She made sure she got her fill to last until her next trip. And it was people like Devon and Bryce, and the group at the University that gave her more of a reason to stay in New York. It was easy to forget how young Devon was compared to the rest of them. She acted older and the rest of them acted like they were still twenty one and each trip to the clubs or bars was the first. Fallon had never been able to act her age. Growing up, she had to be older than she was, know more than she probably should about the world she grew up in. And then she was old enough to be on her own and she couldn’t think of a better time to make up for all those serious acting years. And really, you only had one life, may as well make it worth remembering. That thought was the reason Fallon had more night’s she couldn’t remember than ones she could. “You know, I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but if you were that attracted to Ryan Reynolds I could have introduced you months ago” she said, sounding exasperated though she wasn’t. It was an ongoing joke with Fallon and nearly anyone she knew. From all her years of working with her Uncle, she’d met quite a few celebrities, some she even called friends and some she routinely grabbed a quick lunch with when they were in New York.

The last person Fallon was about to tell about this news was Myles, or Gabe for that matter since he might spill accidentally. She loved the man but as far as keeping something from Myles, she wasn’t sure he could. Fallon shrugged, easily. Gabe was balance challenged more often than not. But she loved him for it, it was just another part of him. “There are stairs all over my place. And his smells like Myles,” she said making a face. She didn’t know what kind of cologne the man wore or if it was because she’d known him for as long as she could, but the scent usually stinking up the frat brothers’ apartment was all Myles. Fallon’s smile said innocence but the spark in her eye told another story. Hiring some people from the studio for a prank was something she would absolutely do; had done. There was a reason she got along better with the guys of Pi Kappa Phi.

“I’ve already got the stone picked out,” she said easily. Fallon hadn’t had many friends growing up so she had hardly experience the playful banter than only came with knowing someone well. She had a variation of it with Trevor but it wasn’t anything like friends or sisters would have. It was bad enough Fallon was having a difficult time trying not to move with her laughter. But considering the man working on her ink had to stop to laugh so he wouldn’t mess up, she figured she was doing okay; she could laugh when he did and nothing would get ruined. “Do you honestly think that hasn’t already happened yet?” Fallon tossed back. “I guess they just weren’t at your precinct. Next time, I’ll tell them where to go,” she teased. She was sure she had a couple students who ended up in the tank after a night of good fun, but it hadn’t been the Media professor’s fault. She heard the stories of the nights out that ended with a wakeup call by the fine men and women who did their best to keep their city streets crime free. And if the day ever came that found Fallon to blame for some student’s drunken party night, well, she would deal with that when it happened. “Oh, ouch, that one hurt a bit,” she said, barely stopping herself from jumping from the needle hitting her rib. She had a pretty high pain tolerance and had gotten the tattoo in the middle of her spine without flinching once. So for her to jump now, it must have been an annoying little soft spot because now that he had moved on, she was fine again.

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[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon didn’t quite know why she had never been one of those intense party girls or college student who had taken to a club every weekend and spent Monday morning hiding a hangover behind a pair of oversized sunglasses. After Frankie had died it made sense; she was a different girl then. Before any of that happened though, Devon had still been more content to spend a weekend relaxing with friends and having a movie night and gobbling pizza slices until she felt like she was about to explode. Maybe it was because of most of the “lectures” Frankie had given her in high school, about not being like some of the other girls on Devon’s squad. She had stopped trying to work it all out a long time ago, really. Now, she was out more than before, especially whenever Fallon found out that she had a weekend off from answering dispatch calls and hauling wasted students out of harm’s way. If it wasn’t for the likes of her friends, then Devon would probably still be the girl with the movies on a Saturday night and Atticus curled up at the bottom of her bed. “I think I was working that day.”

[/color] She said dryly and with a roll of her eyes. She could probably name a bunch of actors she found attractive, but she didn’t want to date any of them. Devon had a feeling it might make her job a little more complicated and she enjoyed her life with as few of those in it as was possible.

She had to laugh at the Myles comment though. It was something that hadn’t gone unnoticed at work, but the guys she worked with hardly seemed to pick up on just how strong a scent it was. “Trying working a scene with him around; his scent masks everything else, and you can smell him before he pulls up.”[/color] She was exaggerating just a little bit, but Devon really did usually smell the man before she laid her blue eyes on him – no matter where they were!

“Why, thank you for being prepared for my death.”[/color] Devon’s words were dripping with sarcasm, but the smirk still played on her lips. Shaking her head, she sighed and glanced over at what the artist was doing now, where he was up to with her design. “To be honest, I’m usually telling them that I am an actual cop to listen to who they’re blaming for the triple vodka they were drinking.”[/color] It didn’t happen so much, but her partner got the chuckles out of it when it did, only because he got to see her step up the game a little bit to get the heavily intoxicated kids out of the way. “And the minute they start bouncing your name about is the minute my bosses will get suspicious and I don’t really think we want to go down that road…”[/color] She teased lightly, knowing that nothing serious would ever actually happen. If they listened to every silly, crazy thing that was said in the tank then they’d probably be wasting far too much time chasing chicken suited men up the streets of New York and interrupting bachelor parties to find people who didn’t even exist. Glancing back across at her friend, Devon smirked playfully and tutted loud enough for Fallon to hear. “Man up, girl.”[/color] Devon had barely felt anything from the needle on her skin yet, but then her tattoo was nothing like Fallon’s design and it wasn’t over yet.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon loved hitting the clubs for a night of good fun. She was young and energetic. Eventually, she would have to grow up, but she was still in her twenties and as far as she was concerned, that meant she was still allowed to roam the city’s streets with friends, bar hopping until they couldn’t see straight then find themselves in the nearest apartment belonging to them and crash until morning when the questions of what happened came about. She wasn’t ready to give up those nights out; not yet. It didn’t matter if she had a wonderful man she loved completely waiting for her or a real and proper job come Monday morning, she just wasn’t ready. “Probably for the best, life in the spotlight is a huge pain in the ass,” Fallon admitted easily. She’d never been in that spotlight for long, and no one ever recognised her for what she did but she worked with so many people who left set in ridiculous getups just so they could make it home without screeching fans stopping them at every turn.

The blonde professor loved Myles dearly. He was a sweet heart and very much a brother to her. But just like a sibling, they enjoyed teasing each other relentlessly. It also didn’t help that his choice in cologne or aftershave or whatever it happened to be stunk to high heaven and back again. “I’m sure it masks the smell of death on those particularly gruesome scenes,” she said shuttering. She didn’t know how they did what they did, but she was glad there was someone out there who could. She definitely couldn’t cope with the smell it would bring on.

“I was a girl scout. I’m prepared for everything,” the blonde professor said, grinning. Naturally, it was a lie. How could she have gone to scout meetings when she was halfway across the country, or on the other side of the world? That didn’t mean she couldn’t tease and torment though. “Only a triple? Definitely none of my kids,” she teased, backtracking through Devon’s words. “Wait. What do they think, a stripper is arresting them?” Fallon wanted to laugh; she wanted to fall off the table she was laying on but held herself in check. She would have loved to be there one of those times, just to hear what those drunks thought she was doing or who she was. Fallon knew better than to get on Devon’s bad side. She’d seen the girl in the training room a couple times when they’d made plans for a quick lunch or something on her breaks. A mighty punch packed into a tiny frame. Fallon had been looking forward to getting this piece added to her collection for a while. She’d been rolling its design over and over, trying to figure out what she wanted exactly. Because it was showing where she came from, reminding her of her own history and her own future, she’d wanted it to be absolutely perfect. But in the end, simplicity was key and her artist got it just right. “Oh, bite me,” she returned, rolling her eyes.

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[Devon Olivia Walker]

There seemed to be some sort of unspoken rule that Devon didn’t follow. Her older friends from high school seemed to think that she ought to be out every single weekend, drinking and dancing with strangers, taking them home and hoping one of them turned into some idealistic match for her. They didn’t seem to understand that Devon was in no rush to settle down or even to date again. If someone came her way and there was a mutual interest then that would be great, but she wasn’t about to race around New York searching for a guy. It was one of the reasons why most of her nights out included Fallon, since the fellow blonde didn’t try to push anything like that on her, which Devon appreciated. If she was dressing up and hitting a club then she was doing it to dance away the stresses that came with her job, not to try and find Prince Charming on a sweaty dance floor full of sleazy guys. “Yeah, and I’m pretty certain it wouldn’t make my job any easier.”

[/color] Regardless of who Devon ended up with, there was no way she was going to quit her job for them; she loved working with the NYPD, even if others couldn’t understand it.

Devon laughed and shook the blonde hair from her eyes before pushing it away completely with her hand. “I never thought about that before, but then I’m scarily used to half of the things I smell on the job.”[/color] Whether it was dumpster trash or bad alleyways, the gagging and dry heaving had stopped after the first few months of her wearing the uniform. “Maybe he has a practical reason for it after all.”[/color] She mused, tapping her finger thoughtfully against her chin as though this conversation was one of the world’s greatest mysteries and they had to solve it with the help of high heels and cocktails.

“Liar.”[/color] She stated simply enough, narrowing her eyes jokingly at the blonde professor. “Besides, you weren’t prepared for those feelings you have for Gabe.”[/color] She teased, not even bothering to bite back the grin that quickly took over her face. Rolling her eyes at Fallon’s obvious amusement, Devon bit her lip and shook her head. “I don’t even ask what they think is happening, but apparently a tiny blonde cop is reason enough for some drunken jackass to try and turn on the charm.”[/color] She shook her head again, remembering the times when some guy had thought he could compliment his way out of a pair of handcuffs, only to turn very quickly when Devon shot him down and pushed him into the back of the squad car. “I think most of the time they think I’m dressed up for some crazy ass night on the town.”[/color] She said, refusing to even let her mind wander down that road. The official regulation uniform did not flatter anyone and it was the last thing Devon would even consider wearing if she was trying to look sexy. She glanced down at the ink work on her skin so far. It might have been a line from a graphic novel and movie, but to Devon it was something that really hit home for her. She didn’t talk much about her own life and her insecurities she kept to herself, but seeing this tattoo on the days when she really did find herself boiling over with self-doubt would be exactly what she needed to pick herself back up again. “Bite you? I don’t know; first you get me out of my dress and now you’re telling me to bite you…maybe I should be warning Gabe about these things.”[/color] She teased, unable to resist after Fallon’s earlier joke about streaking through the street and using it to wind Bryce and Myles up.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon didn’t want to slow down, not yet. She wanted to go out every weekend, party and have fun. It wasn’t hurting anyone, she didn’t bring random guys home every night, she remembered most of what happened without the help of photographic proof and she almost never got into trouble that she couldn’t walk away from. And when she did, Gabe and Myles were usually around with the muscle she didn’t have to back her up. Those girls she spent her only year in high school with would probably be shocked that she was so different from back then. But the truth of the matter was that she hadn’t really been herself around all of them. She hadn’t known what to expect so she never really broke away from the shell she’d put herself in for that year. She had kept herself guarded to most and there were only a handful of people from that year that really knew the real Fallon. And only one that really cared enough to keep in contact after all these years. “Not a single bit,” Fallon agreed easily enough. She was hardly in the spotlight and even less now but she knew just how difficult it was to lead a normal life with strangers taking pictures.

Half the time, Fallon couldn’t stand the smells of the chemicals in the lab whenever she tagged along to see Myles. In all fairness, the chemicals in the labs were a bit stronger than most but the smell of week old garbage in a forgotten dumpster didn’t sound pleasing to the palette either. She couldn’t fathom being at a crime scene in a dank, dark alley or having to rummage through the dumpsters to find evidence. “There is no practical reason for wearing that much,” Fallon said deadpan. At work, she could understand a bit more than usual to block the senses and deal with everything but outside of work, there were no reasons unless it was the middle of August and the city’s sanitation department was on strike again. Those were the only reasons Fallon could think of without putting so much thought into her friend’s choices in colognes.

Fallon’s grin was cheeky and way too big to be innocent. It was an obvious lie that anyone who knew her would catch immediately. But it was also just a joke. Plus, she had learned more on the sets than she ever would have in once a week, hour long sessions with a group of girls’ sitting around a fake campfire in a church basement with a leader and a weeklong stay at a sleep away camp. “Seven years sneaks up on a girl,” she muttered, paying more attention to her tattoo. “Well, you do look good in blue, Dev,” she said, sucking in air as her tattoo artist ran over a particularly sensitive spot on her ribs. “Costume party? I want to be a Harley Quinn!” Fallon loved Halloween or any excuse to dress up in a costume and parade around as another person for a night. It was also why she liked going out some nights, she didn’t have to give them her real name, and she didn’t have to be a teacher. She could be anything at all that she wanted; as long as she thought it was believable. “Oh, he knows,” she said simply, grinning wickedly.

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[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon did spend many of her weekends working in that blue uniform of hers. Even when she wasn’t working late into the evening, she rarely felt like getting dolled up and putting some second skin dress on after a long day walking the streets or playing passenger in the assigned car. She loved her job, but it could be tiring and sometimes a barstool and an ice cold beer was about as far as she could drag herself outside of her apartment once the hours came for her to step away from the chase for her shield. Still, on the weekends she did have off entirely, she wasn’t going to turn down a night out unless she had a legitimately good reason for it. Plus, with her friends it was near impossible to do such a thing unless she was dragging her leg behind her after a bad tumble or icing a shoulder from getting carried away on the sparring mat. Luckily those things had only happened a handful of times in her young life and they had never been anything a few days of taking it easy couldn’t fix. Letting out a dramatic sigh, Devon pretended as though she was devastated by this realisation. “Well, it looks like Mr Reynolds is going to have to romance someone else then; I like my uniform far too much to give it up for him.”

[/color] A fake sob later and Devon was biting back the giggles only brought on by the alcohol loosening her up a little. This whole conversation had been something out of a high school sleepover and she wasn’t overlooking that fact; just choosing not to bring it up since it would only lead to more insanity.

Laughing again, Devon just shrugged this time and looked at Fallon with a twinkle in her eye. “This is Myles we’re talking about; is there anything practical about the man?”[/color] He was the only person Devon had ever met who could turn any scenario into one in which he could flirt. How he managed to do his job without any disciplinary action being filed against him would forever remain a mystery, but she did know that the labs wouldn’t be the same without him if he ever did leave. She was only ever down there if she was meeting him or Bryce, or chasing something up for a detective, but she had seen how he kept things light when the caseloads were heavy and the hours long. However, complimenting the man by telling him as much was not a mistake she was likely to make; she’d never hear the end of it.

When it came to innocence, Devon was damn near saintly compared to Fallon at times. Granted, she did have to pull herself back into line most of the time given her choice in profession, but she had never really been a rebellious sort of girl growing up. Frankie had kept her in place and reeled her back in during high school when he thought his baby sister was getting a little too carried away. She might not know exactly what her big brother had done during his final hours, but he was the reason she was so grounded, regardless of his own mistakes. “I bet, especially when you see the guy only every day.”[/color] Teasing Fallon about Gabe was never going to get old, especially not for Devon. “Let me guess; it brings out my eyes?”[/color] She had to remember not to laugh as the needle crossed over her skin, getting closer to the one spot where she knew she would feel it. “Only if you’re throwing it. And I’m not coming as a stripper cop.”[/color] She ruled that out there and then since it seemed to be how their warped minds had ended up on the subject of costume parties. Devon did enjoy an excuse to don a costume and have a good night goofing around though. She even had a secret stash of costumes in the “junk” wardrobe in her spare room turned gym/storage. It only held her exercise bike, set of dumbbells and a large punch-bag, but it conveniently had a built in wardrobe where she kept seasonal bits like her ice skates and decorations for the yearly festivities. “And you’re worried what he’s doing with those Frat boys? It should be the other way around…”[/color] Devon joked, exhaling slowly as her artist scratched across a more sensitive strip of skin.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Though Fallon still had friends in the industry, she hardly took time to work in it herself. She occasionally took class on a set, if her uncle had a movie filming in the city, or even a scene. It was good for her students to have the practical applications of being on a set and seeing how it all works outside of school. She took lunches with some celebrities, and could talk to them easily, like they were just regular people while her students or other simply looked on with awed expressions. She was used to it, unlike them, but she also knew that they would get used to it if they really wanted a career in film or media. “He’s not interested anyway,” Fallon said as though it was the saddest news on the face of the planet. “He’s married.” It was amusing to joke about it, knowing it was true and knowing he was happy with his new wife. “I’ll run it past him if this one doesn’t work out though,” she added, optimistically, though she was well aware that wasn’t about to happen either.

Fallon didn’t even have to think about that question. “No,” she said quickly, laughing at the idea of him being a practical man. Of all the words that could be used to describe the man, practical wasn’t one of them. She wasn’t sure any of them knew how he managed to keep his job but she did think it might have helped in some situations where shock was involved but she also didn’t have a clue about what he really did when he was at work. She could take a guess, she’d seen those shows on TV and she had a very good imagination but she didn’t know firsthand; and she never wanted to.

Fallon had been a good girl for too many years without rebelling too much. College and the years that were following were her time to rebel, even if she was a professor and stood in front of a group of kids, teaching them what they would need to know if they were ever going to stay afloat in film. These were still her party years and she was milking them for everything they were worth. She wasn’t ready to give them up just yet, but soon she knew she would be. Until then, she had a few good years ahead of her full of weekends she wouldn’t remember. The blonde professor rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Dev,” she said with absolutely no heat to her words. Fall shook her head, chuckling softly while she had the chance. “I wasn’t going to say that but now that you mention it…” She said, teasing. Fallon was already planning the Halloween party. She didn’t throw parties often, but Halloween was one of her favourite holidays and she could never pass up the opportunity to throw a party for it. “But you already have the uniform!” Fallon exclaimed but sighed after a moment. “Damn, there goes the entire night now. What the hell am I supposed to do?” She said sounding sad and annoyed that her plans were falling through even though she hardly cared what Devon dressed as and already knowing it wouldn’t have anything to do with her profession.

“Who worries about a group of rowdy men pretending they’re still twenty years old?” She asked, though she did hope she didn’t get a slurred phone call in a couple hours asking her to bail a couple drunken frat brothers out of the local precinct. Myles was there though, and he was a cop so she had her fingers crossed that he would have some pull. Despite knowing the whole theme of the night, Fallon wasn’t worried about them. She didn’t want to get that wakeup call, asking her to be somewhere at four in the morning but she knew the guys Gabe was out with. She had partied with them all through college; which was exactly why she wasn’t the least bit worried about them. She knew the trouble they could get into and knew that as long as they didn’t get caught doing something only teenagers were stupid enough to do; they would be as fine as a bunch of guys in their mid-twenties would be after a night of heavy drinking.

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[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon, oddly, had lost her taste for popular culture and half of the time she didn’t have a clue what movies Fallon was talking about. She didn’t have the time for the cinema trips all the time and she kept picking up the extra shifts, so there was never any guarantee of what time she would be free in the evening. If Fallon didn’t drag her on club nights like this one then there was a strong chance that Devon’s social life wouldn’t exist. She wasn’t quite a workaholic, but she was dedicated to making a career within the NYPD and she didn’t want to be assigned to routine patrols for the next five years. The only way to climb the ladder was to put the work in and a person could only put in so much work before they needed a night on the town! Still, she had the friends to drag her away from her uniform and tease her about it, which was what she often didn’t realise she needed. “Damn! Way to crush a girl’s confidence!”

[/color] Devon pretended to be hurt by the manner in which Fallon delivered this ‘devastating blow’. “Now I’ll have to find a replacement for Mr Reynolds. And there are so few good candidates.”[/color] She folded her arms and acted deep in thought, as though they were seriously considering this. Really, the guy looked good with his shirt off and Devon wasn’t going to change the channel if he was on it. However, she had no real desire to meet or date the guy; he was just eye candy for the twenty-three year old.

The tiny blonde knew that Fallon liked to keep her innocence when it came to the work of Myles and Devon, and even Bryce. They didn’t see the sort of things to discuss over the dinner table and a strong stomach and steeled nerve were a basic requirement for the job. Joking aside, Dev had seen Myles up close at his job and the man was good, really good. Sometimes it took a sharp pinch to realise it was him chatting up the college girls in a hazy club when the day before she had seen him take charge of a particular grizzly scene while she worked crowd control. Sometimes it was like they lived two separate lives; and not just herself and Myles, but the other people she had the pleasure of knowing both professionally and socially.

The most daring things Devon had done were probably laughable to her friends. Her ‘wild side’ came in the form of being a sucker for dares and not wanting to lose one. She did lose control a little more around the people she trusted the most, but she didn’t have any terribly regrettable tales to share. Plus, she was a cop; she did have a standard to measure up to when she was out in public. She was relatively tame compared to most people she saw roaming New York at this hour, but then Devon didn’t care about that. She wasn’t the girl who flirted her way around a nightclub for a flavour. Guys could complain that she slapped their hands away if they touched her, but they should count their lucky stars that Devon didn’t break them instead. Rolling her eyes, Devon smirked. “Oh, you soft romantic, you.”[/color] Teasing Fallon was far too easy and much too amusing. “I’ve never stripped out of it!”[/color] She exclaimed, her eyes wide and jaw slack in mock horror. “I’m now concerned that the next invitation I get from you is going to be to strip.”[/color] She ignored the fact that she was half out of her dress for the nature of their body modification because it was hardly sexy to have needles and pain and a conversation happening all at the same time.

Arching an eyebrow, Devon stared at Fallon as though she had sprouted wings. “You should. Have you forgotten that Myles is in charge of his whole Greek thing?”[/color] She waved her hand in the air, not understanding what this boy’s night was actually about. All she had picked up from the snippets heard in the work gym and from Fallon was that Gabe had done something wrong and betrayed something and the only way to repent was to be at the mercy of his old college buddies while they ran rampant around New York. Devon had a feeling that if she wasn’t out with Fallon tonight she might have been hauling their asses to a drunk tank before sun up. Luckily, that was some other cops problem this evening and hers was getting through the next through days without aggravating her new ink and piercing.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

As much as Fallon loved her job and loved the guys, sometimes what she really needed was a night out with just the girls. The guys were great to hang out with, carry her home when she couldn’t find her feet under her and get rid of the idiots who didn’t understand the word no but occasionally she wanted to be without the handy bodyguards. Plus, she had a couple friends that could stand to lose themselves in a club with loud music and good drinks for a couple hours here and there. She didn’t drag those friends out as often but at least once a month she didn’t give them the choice to go or stay. Fallon shrugged, “It’s what I’m here for!” She couldn’t help but laugh though. It was an odd conversation to be having anywhere but especially on a night out. “I have a binder back in my office full of pretty boys to take your pick from,” she admitted, laughing. It wasn’t a lie, there was a binder and it was full of headshots for options for an upcoming film but as soon as roles were assigned, the binder would be emptied of everyone else, leaving just a go to for the cast.

It wasn’t like Fallon wasn’t aware of what her friends saw when they were at work. She knew; not first hand of course, she didn’t have the stomach for it. But she had done plenty of research for films and anything else Trevor was producing. There were plenty of nights when Fallon was up until dawn doing research for him and not any of her own work. It was difficult still being the go to of Trevor when he needed something done, after all he had an entire two offices full of people paid to do this exact job, but Fallon was always the first call. She always got her work out of the way first before even looking at the long list Trevor compiled for her. It all got done at the cost of sleepless nights and caffeine driven mornings after. Despite not really wanting to hear about a particularly gory crime scene or a depressing one, the three friends she had in law enforcement were the first ones she ran to when she needed answers and couldn’t find exactly what she was looking for online.

Fallon didn’t go into detail all the stupid things she’d done in her lifetime. If she did, she would be talking for a very long time. Plus there were things she would have to avoid since she promised the guys of Pi Kappa Phi she wouldn’t utter the story to anyone. They were all taking a few of their nights to the grave with them. She loved the fun and adventure breaking the rules brought. Rolling her eyes, Fallon ignored the jab at her obliviousness. If anyone knew the entire story behind college, Fallon thought they might understand a little better, but that was only two and a half years of college that had been taken up by an idiot. There was still that other year and a half to make up for lost time and yet, she’d gone up being just his friend. She’d been terrified of falling for anyone at all, scared of having her heart ripped from her chest again. But she should have also known better, Gabe would never intentionally hurt her. “There’s a first time for everything, Dev!” The blonde professor exclaimed as if this were the obvious answer. Fallon acted as though she were mulling over what Devon said. “Well, you’re already half way there now,” she said trailing off.

“I can’t worry about them because I’ve partied with the entire lot. The second they find out I worried about them ending up in the tank or worse, the morgue, I’ll never live it down. And they have enough on me that I would really rather not give them more,” she said easily enough. And really, she knew the most trouble they could get into because she’d been there when it happened the first time around. She was waiting for the morning to see what messages awaited her from the guy’s. Fallon suspected there would be at least one telling her she wasn’t allowed within a couple miles of the guy’s apartment unless she had a bucket of coffee with her. The difference this time was that she wasn’t with them and she didn’t know how many of them would be there when she finally decided they’d slept enough and went over to annoy and tease.

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[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon obviously knew other women who worked within the NYPD. It wasn’t completely unheard of in this day and age, but she hadn’t bonded so well with them that she’d go out clubbing with them. Occasionally they’d grab a drink after work, but for the most part, Devon had better connections with the men in her job. Maybe it was just the luck of the draw that she had found herself working closely with the male officers, or maybe it was just statistics and chance. Whatever it was, if Devon had a girls’ night then it was most likely with Fallon and other friends who didn’t have the uniform to wear. Laughing, and with the assistance of the drinks helping her forget how they had even started on this conversation, Devon turned to Fallon with a bemused look. “When did tonight turn into us trying to fix me up with a date? Do I really need one?!”

[/color] Shaking her head and the rest of her thoughts away, Devon glanced back around the club and thought for just a second about crowd control. It really was hard for her to shut off after a week of double shifts, seemingly endless patrols and too much paperwork to count.

Luckily, with a family who couldn’t bear the thought of crime scenes and everything else their daughter had to face on a daily basis, Devon had gotten pretty good at tucking it all away for the rest of the world. Her brain might have carried on running through routines and protocols some of the time, but she could pretend pretty damn well that it was all shut off. And if something was really bothering her then she had people who were just as clued in as she was, if not more, who she could call with a slide of her thumb across her cell phone screen.

Laughing again, Devon threw her friend an overdramatic wink. “Ah, but this is just for you.”[/color] She joked, making sure her giggles didn’t knock or ruin the work the artist was just putting the final touches to. She did enjoy the nights when she could let go of her stresses and enjoy herself a little more, but she also liked that it wasn’t every weekend that she found herself in the slinky dress and the high heels. The infrequency of these nights made her look forward to them a little more, a nice break from her usual routine, but at the same time, Devon enjoyed the quiet nights in and just lounging about in her academy t-shirt and shorts. Plus, most of the time she was working she was on her feet, so the lazy weekends were often needed to recover. She didn’t think she could keep up her life if she swapped the standard issue shoes for heels every time she finished a long shift! It was also a theory she would rather not put to the test. “It’ll take a lot more drinks to make that happen.”[/color] She mumbled, not even recalling a time when she had consumed enough alcohol that it made taking her clothes off an appealing idea. The only item of clothing that ever came off before a night was over was the shoes, and that usually involved some falling about and staggering.

Devon grinned and a mischievous twinkle appeared in her blue eyes. “If you ever wanted to get revenge on them for any of that you can count me in. Myles has caught me unaware too many times to recall and it would just take one phone call…”[/color] She had no idea what she was threatening, but she had lived in New York all of her life; she had more connections than just her NYPD buddies. Some old friends from the street she grew up on were always keen for mischief and crazy plans, even now when they were all adults. “At least you know none of them have decided that tattoos or piercings would be a great idea! At least not while they were out around this side of the city…”[/color] She trailed off, leaving Fallon to dismiss the concept or wonder what other parlour they might have staggered into.
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[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Girl’s nights for Fallon were pretty few and far between oddly enough. She was usually out with the men in her life and just tended to drag along more friends on those nights when they could get away from their busy lives. “Not if you would just put on your big girl pants and ask Bryce out,” she said with a wide grin. She was joking, sort of. She thought they were cute together and got along well the few times they had hung out as a group and Fallon liked him. He was funny, charming, a terrible flirt and he could dance, which she loved because try as he might, the love of her life couldn’t put two moves together without falling on his ass. Of course, she really wasn’t in any position to be handing out dating advice; especially with the track record she had in college.

Like the rest of the world with careers, she could compartmentalise and censor the things from her day; especially the summer work she took on when assistants and three phones were practically mandatory. There were parts of both her jobs that no one ever wanted to hear about or needed to. And she didn’t mind; especially since there were days when she wished she could sleep those parts away and get to the good stuff. Despite saying she didn’t work for her uncle anymore, she always had her phone on in case he needed something, she was always running into that office on Saturdays for this or that and taking lunch meetings with casting directors, directors or actors whenever she could. She took a friend along or Gabe whenever it was possible because she was usually with them when the alarm on her phone went off reminding her of the meeting. She’d been told too many times that she was too casual with her approach but what could she really say? The company was as much her baby as it was Trevor’s; she was going to do her part the best way she could.

Fallon blew a kiss towards her friend. “Oh, baby, don’t tell the boys. You’ll get them all a-fluster,” she teased, trying desperately not to laugh or make the artists working on them laughing. Hers would be finished soon enough, but it was just the outline of the main piece. She would have to come back in for at least another sitting in a week or two, but for right now it was going well; even if the artist had to stop a couple times because he was shaking with laughter from the friends. “I like you too much to put that to the test,” Fallon said smiling, “Mostly because I’d be the one taking care of you afterwards.” There were times when the blonde professor could have been drunk enough to take her clothes off but she held more self-respect than to drunkenly strip down. Those times were saved for the bedroom and skinny dipping behind her house in Malibu.

“Myles definitely needs to be brought down. Have anything in particular in mind?” she asked, eyes alight with mischief. She loved the man, he was like a brother to her but damn he could be annoying. Fallon had to bit her lip so she wouldn’t burst out laughing at the mere thought of the guys getting Gabe drunk enough to even touch the door. “Please, that man is terrified of needles. There isn’t enough alcohol on the planet to have Gabe actually willingly walk into a tattoo parlour. Believe me, I’ve tried it,” she said when she could without laughing at the thought of it again. She had tried quite a few times whenever she felt like adding to her body art. In the end, she almost never went through with it but there were a few that she just shrugged and continued on with her plans.

She did too much on a spur of the moment basis but half the things she’d done she wouldn’t have without that spontaneity. ”Alright, first parts over,” the artist working on her tattoo said, pushing away his seat to allow Fallon the space to get up. She moved in front of the mirror taking a good look at the fair sized tattoo now taking up space on her side. It hadn’t been nearly as painful as she’d heard stories about. “It’s perfect, thank you,” she said, going back to the station to get it covered up and shimmied back into her dress properly. When that was settled, she looked over to see Devon finishing up all her work so she followed the man up to the desk to pay for her ink and made an appointment for the second sitting. She was waiting on Devon to finish everything up when her phone rang and her brows narrowed in confusion. She wasn’t expecting any calls until well into the morning, but she did the math and figured if it was Trevor, he never looked at the clock before he dialed. She rolled her eyes catching the caller ID and swiped her finger across the screen to answer. “You’re a cop, Myles; bail yourself and the rest of your brood out. I’ll be by in the morning with coffee,” she said without letting him even say hello but he finally got through to her, those blue eyes went wide and colourful words and more than one threat fell from her lips. “I’ll be there soon,” she said before hanging up and shoving her phone back into her bag as she turned to Devon. “We need to go to hospital. At least I do. I have a CSI to kill,” she muttered, shaking her head. He knew; they all did how bad Gabe’s knee could get. But remembering that must have been just too hard for a bunch of drunken men.

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[Devon Olivia Walker]

Devon was not a big lover of hitting the town at every opportunity, but she did enjoy herself when she did swap her comfy jeans and sneakers for a fitted dress and a pair of heels that made her feel less like a Borrower. However, sometimes she regretted what came out of her mouth after a couple of drinks, which is why she was currently glaring at Fallon. “This is why I hate you.”

[/color] She stated jokingly, before shaking her head and biting her lip. Devon was a sucker for a dare or challenge and now her head was arguing with itself over her friend’s words. “I’ve been out of the game too long and I’m not about to; a. ask him out in the middle of a scene, or b. do what you did; wait until he’s drunk and then pounce on the guy before freaking out about it the next morning.”[/color] Her lips were already in a grin, and the laughter spilt out along with the last few words. She could laugh about it now that Fallon and Gabe had sorted themselves out, but Devon was never going to get over the kitchen breakdown she had witnessed the morning after Fallon had slept with Gabe.

Grinning devilishly, Devon glanced across at her friend with a mischievous twinkle in her deep blue eyes. “Oh, I would pay money to see the looks on their faces before we laughed in them!”[/color] She said, the thought having quickly popped into her mind. She was sure her imagination was exaggerating the overall scenario, but she had an inkling that it wouldn’t be too far from the reality. “I appreciate that, I really do. But, let’s be honest, when am I ever drunk in the first place?”[/color] Devon got tipsy, even slightly giggly at times when she was drinking alcohol, but she rarely exceeded what she could handle and could probably count on one hand the number of hangovers she had had. Still, the good girl image Devon had when it came to parties and drinking was hardly applicable to the rest of her. She had a devil on her shoulder, too, but she only came out to play under certain circumstances; mainly dares and dates.

Devon managed a one armed shrug and then thought for a moment. “I know a few people who are always up for a good prank.”[/color] She offered, but her mind was far from exacting plans of revenge right now. This evening was shaping up to be fun, and without the man in question around to do anything crazy, it was hard to think of a suitable prank that he wouldn’t see coming or talk his way out of. Shaking her head, Devon tried to envision Fallon attempting to coax Gabe through the doors of a parlour. “The man is a brainiac, I guess it has to come at some cost.”[/color] She suggested, biting her lip to control the laughter bubbling up inside her.

Devon was already checking out her new ink when Fallon’s piece was finished for now. Readjusting herself, she got ready got the piercing and tried to remember why she had taken her belly-bar out in the first place. She remembered it was a few years ago, but she couldn’t remember why, only that she had recently started to miss it. With Fallon outside paying for her work, Devon took a moment to reassure the guy still with her that they weren’t as insane as they sounded. She was just fixing her dress and trying not to snag the fresh piercing when she heard Fallon talking on the phone. She laughed at the first sentence she heard, sorting out her own payment before turning her head curiously at the sudden change in her friend’s tone. “Dammit, Fallon, it’s my night off and I don’t have my gun or my cuffs.”[/color] She said, trying to lighten the mood before turning serious. “Who has done what to who and do they need surgery?”[/color] She figured those were the important questions and led Fallon out of the parlour, waving to the artists, before catching them a taxi and letting her friend clamber in first.
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