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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.
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[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?"
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[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."