boo_fuckin_yah: (confused)
Russell Clank ([personal profile] boo_fuckin_yah) wrote2016-05-03 11:14 am
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(june)

Russell wouldn't exactly claim to be undercover at the moment, mostly because his boss hadn't sent him out and he's absolutely certain what he's doing right now is entirely without any sort of official police approval, but he's heard some whispers lately. Reid's been doing a lot of work on his own, taking his gigantic boyfriend out when he probably shouldn't be, but he's kept Russell in the loop and now Russell thinks it might be time to return the favour. He got a tip that some of the vampires Reid is looking for are meeting tonight and all Russell wants to do is get a good look at them and relay the information back.

So he's not strictly undercover, but as soon as he enters the bar, he realizes he looks pretty goddamn conspicuous on his own. He could be meeting a friend, but if no friend ever shows up, then that isn't going to help him blend in and so, as he slides into a booth, Russell draws out his phone and texts Ray.

The guy is nice, he seems like a good cop and Russell had sort of gotten the sense he wanted to be friends, so the text message he sends explains it all. He's hanging out in a bar, he's watching some folks and needs a better cover, he texts Ray the address and then waits. Somewhere along the way, the waitress brings him a glass of water and asks if he wants anything to drink, but Russell just asks for two menus and says he's waiting for a friend. He'll have a beer tonight, but just one because he wants to keep sharp, and so he wants to wait until Ray can join him for that.

For now, though, the two menus makes him look a little less like he's just hanging out alone and watching, which helps. The guys (vampires maybe, he's not sure) are a couple tables over and they're not exactly quiet.
kick_em_inthehead: (listening)

[personal profile] kick_em_inthehead 2016-06-01 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Ray's not like, waiting around for someone to hang out with. He's totally out alone because getting the feel for this place is easier by himself and it's like working a beat back in his rookie days, before he'd had a permanent partner.

He's not waiting around.

But he makes it to the bar in ten minutes flat, jacket covering up the additions he's been making to his shoulder holster that he's kinda been hoping he could show Russell. Kinda really hoping he could show him and maybe also shoot the shit and hang out.

"Hey," he murmurs, unable to keep a little pleased smile off his face as he tries hard to keep cool. He slides in across from him, doing a scan of the place on reflex, carefully not letting his eyes settle on the creeps a few tables over. "What's the deal, here? Couple tables over, right?"
kick_em_inthehead: (heavy lids)

[personal profile] kick_em_inthehead 2016-06-05 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Last time I tussled with vampires I ended up eatin' pavement and searching the sewers with a Musketeer so sure, easy peasy," he says with a wolfish grin.

He leans back, sprawling out as he takes his menu, making sure this looks like a buddy meeting another buddy, nothing more.

"These the same ones? Ones who're takin' the prostitutes? Or this another...nest or gang or whatever you call 'em.?"
kick_em_inthehead: (oh yeah?)

[personal profile] kick_em_inthehead 2016-06-10 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"How's your hearing, then?" he asks, raising an eyebrow as he wonders how hands on this job's gonna be. He gives a quick nod and smile to the waitress to let her know he's here. "Looks like you got a good line of sight but you thinkin' we maybe end up following 'em? I put my nicer jeans on and everything just for you so I hope I don't end up in another sewer. Almost like workin' with the Mountie again."
kick_em_inthehead: (grin)

[personal profile] kick_em_inthehead 2016-06-13 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well I got myself a beta fish but he ain't picky," Ray counters, grinning right back as he rises, gesturing to the waitress where to bring their drinks.

"C'mon, I play well enough to hustle. Pretty sure it's a requirement for all undercover, you know. Gotta smoke, gotta drink and gotta play pool. Not surprisingly I get typecast."
kick_em_inthehead: (glasses)

[personal profile] kick_em_inthehead 2016-07-08 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes sir," Ray says with a little salute as he racks the balls, lining his hips up with the cue like he's getting ready to dance. Probably isn't all that difference, really.

He strikes, eyes cutting over to the vamps as they raise their heads at the noise, peripherally aware of a few balls sinking as he straightens up. "Probably a good thing I didn't actually bet you any money on this. Mountie babysitting doesn't leave a lot of time for pool playing. I'm guessing being a family man comes with the same side effect?"
kick_em_inthehead: (heavy lids)

[personal profile] kick_em_inthehead 2016-07-16 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, when Stella left me I spent like two months face down in a bottle but the Mountie only drinks like, bark tea and milk plus once they shipped me off for undercover, I figured it was kind of my last shot, you know?" he asks, nodding at Russell as he misses his next shot.

"I was doing way better before I got scooped up by this place. City fit and Canada fit and dog sleds and a whole host of crazy. Was gonna take a break from the job, actually. Seems crazy, now."