These Are The Good Times [Bee]

[avery carina dawson]

Avery shrugged, grinning a bit in amusement. "Marky Mark's okay, but isn't he kinda short?" Avery herself stood at almost six feet on most days, since she was prone to wearing heels far too tall to be practical, so most people were short to her. Even on her flat feet, she was about 5'8 and towered over plenty of her peers. "But you know who's shady? Angelina Jolie. I know she like, saves African orphans and shit, but I'll bet she's killed at least one person." She shook her head. "It's always the nice ones."

She was happy to talk about Alan's job--especially now that her major activities were in direct conflict with his career. The only thing interesting about her life was getting arrested and other than mentioning that she'd been arrested before, she wasn't sure that discussing her illegal activities was the best option. There was a problem with that, though, and that was that Avery was very proud of her illegal accomplishments and her record and was perfectly content to brag about them, especially after Alan issued his blatant challenge of never having seen her before.

"Obviously, you're not there much if you've never seen me," she said, tugging out the lapels of her jacket. "I'm there all the time. Usually over in cybercrimes, 'cause officer Fairfax and I are tight." She crossed her fingers to demonstrate this and then leaned back in her chair, eyeing him as he eyed her. He was downplaying his job, but she really felt like he was leaving something out and she really wanted to know more details. So, at the risk of more celebrities, she folded her arms. "Do they call you for murders?"

[alan j. spacer]

Chuckling at the bit about Angelina, he nodded agreement. Always the nice ones. There'd been plenty of those in his career, and they always played you for a loop. Although his concerns about Angelina Jolie were minimal, from what he'd seen she'd proven herself a pretty upstanding individual. Not to mention where would she find time to commit a felony with her eighteen orphans to take care of and movies to boot. Didn't seem plausible. Avery was barking up the wrong tree. Maybe that Megan Fox chick, she certainly had a motive after those Transformer movies.

Somewhere along the way their conversation changed tone. Alan wouldn't have noticed it if Avery weren't tugging at her jacket in a seemingly impressive manner. As if they'd somehow come to comparing their sticks. Alan maintained his same level demeanor, not much concerned with the idea of confronting a delinquent rich girl in terms of who was 'tighter' with the law enforcement society. He hadn't spend sixteen years in law enforcement and not made any friends in the system. Instead of pointing this out, he nodded appreciatively at her 'enthusiastic' statement.

Eventually she came back to the question everybody asked. 'Do you investigate murders?' Alan leaned away and swallowed several over-sized gulps of alcohol. It was a dead-giveaway and probably more endangering than just saying, 'Yeah sometimes'. Except he wasn't sure how many more questions that would lead onto. As much as he liked discussing his job, he didn't really care for discussing his old job. Instead he decided to latch onto her prior statement. "Cybercrimes," he asked, seemingly bewildered, "now you're a hacker too? Too many secret lives to keep track of. It's not like I take a weekly tour of the whole department. I don't even know half of the cops in there, save the senior guys. Let alone hang around the computer junkies."