NPD Fundraiser nightmares (open)
Several officers roamed around the slightly crowded Palamino Room Bar and Resturaunt. The place had been chosen for it's old-school feel and new-school addtude. Steve walked in, slightly late as he had just gotten off-duty about ten minuets ago, and had to change into his other uniform, due to a very unpleasant drunk who had felt the need to puke on Steve's chest, and take a dump in the back of his cruiser. The man was now cooling his heels in the county drunk tank, and Steve, no longer reeking of bodily excrements, was hoping to enter the place without drawing undue attention from the higher-ups. Somehow by the grace of God he made it, only getting noticed by some guy from Narcotics. However, one of the patrons started talking to the other him, and Steve skulked off, looking for some nice corner to hide in, until this whole mess was finally over at 11:00. He checked his watch. 9:17. He sighed as he leaned up against the wall next to an emergency exit. This was going to be a long night.
Her hair was deftly combed into a part and clipped just above her right ear with a small dazzling barrette. The rest of her honey brown hair hung in ringlets around her head. This evening she had chosen the red pleated dress instead of her usual earth tones, and even had stained her lips to match. It was arguable whether or not the lip color was truly from lipstick or perhaps the evening’s earlier snack.
Puffing out a breath she watched the cloud slowly drift away, Chryseis checked herself one more time before she walked into Nachton Police Department's fundraiser.
It was an event she attended regularly, since being the head of the Arch Museum brought on new shades of politics with the city. The police force always did their best to protect the interests of the museum when new shipments arrived, and they even did their best to solve any acts of vandalism or theft inside of the great building. Of course she always had her own 'people' on these very same issues, but she knew as long as the police felt like they were doing their jobs, she would have less annoyances from them. Of course the museum always donated a healthy sum to the benefit and helped snuff out any little bits of annoyance they could throw at her.
Once inside she checked her coat and glanced at her very delicate decorative watch. It was ten o'clock exactly and she only had an hour left to mingle with the humans and make them think she appreciated their patronage to the city.
"I should start sending the new girl to these things." Chryseis mumbled.
Human's pissed her off. They were annoying and slow brained. To hang around them in a somewhat friendly manner was painstaking. For that very reason, Chryseis made her way to the bar station at the back of the building. They had wine and as she ordered a glass she thought about the sheer irony of drinking at a police function.
Sipping her cheap wine Chryseis surveyed the room and sighed.
Humans were so stupid.
"Rowland!" the man barked, "You see that blonde over at the bar?" Steve followed the man's finger towards a woman sitting at the bar. Steve's first impression was that she was quite bored with the place, but trying to keep from stepping on too many toes here. Jack continued on with instructions. "That woman donates very large sums of money to the NPD several times a year. You get over there and keep her company, and god help you if you screw up." With that, Jack walked off, and Steve couldn't help but think that there was something sinister in the that guy's smile. Any other day, Steve would have told Jack to blow it out his ass, but Steve was on thin ice as it was, due to his recent deployment, and the sudden disappearence that precedded it. Therefore, he walked over the the blonde, and, with a grimace fitting of a man facing a firing squad, prepared to entertain. "Good evening. My name is Steve. How are you tonight?" The words sounded corny and genaric even to Steve. He made a mental note to leave a little present in Jack's email inbox when he got home.
He was tall and she had to look up to meet his eyes, which were dark brown and spoke of his discomfort in speaking to her. Well at least they both felt the same way.
"Good evening...Steve. What type of assignment did you make a mess of that you've gotten stuck with me?" She remarked without answering his question.
This wasn't the first time someone in the police force had thought to send her an entertainer for the evening. A peculiar show of gratitude since they almost always sent some poor first year to keep her company. Last time the man (who was hardly that) nearly wet himself under her gaze. Later she had overheard him calling her creepy to one of his supervisors.
This Steve on the other hand didn't look petrified. In fact he only seemed to be socially uncomfortable. Her gaze drifted to his pants to note that they were dry. Interesting, maybe they were finally filling their ranks with real men.
"Well," he said, wrenching his mind from this gruesome image, "I was recalled by the Air Force back in spring, and I had to leave on short notice. It doesn't help that a certain captain has a beef with me." He shot a glare at Jack, then looked back at the woman. "I'm not sure I caught your name, ma'am."
Well he was honest and straight forward, both of which were a pleasant surprize since she expected him to give her a half hearted glib on how no one had forced him over.
This human was slightly stimulating.
"Chryseis." she gave him her name carefully.
"I run the Arch Museum, your...establisment has kept my interests secure for quite some time now. I show my appreciation by attending these little get togethers you people seem to enjoy."
Chryseis obviously spoke sardonically but she felt that in her present company, who seemed to be enjoying the event as much as she, it was passable.
"Does your captain have an agreeable reason to have a 'beef' with you, or are you just unfavorable?"
She looked back to the Captain, he was a robust man who looked like he scared easily. Of all things Chryseis enjoyed, it was antagonizing people for no reason that made her the happiest. Her eyes flashed with entertainment.
"If it is the later I could possibly spice things up for you."
Not missing the down on his luck officer's growled comment, Chryseis smirked. How cheap men were at their games.
"You must know that has to be the most dry question in ages. Museum management is the least interesting thing in this world. Collecting artifacts for my own personal reason and of course to keep Nachton on top of the "museums to see" list is much more entertaining. Nothing like a good battle for an 10th century relic to get a girl going.
As for you, I'm sure things wont go too...FUBAR as you call it, at this event. What's the worst that can happen? I'm about the only trouble worth mentioning in here."
She wasn't quite sure what FUBAR was, but it was obvious it was a negative word. Chryseis made a mental note to look it up later.
I will be sure to piss off you captain for you this evening by giving a rave review on your accompaniment.