“Yes, Kate, I think you are.” Herman replies, as firmly as he can manage, and begins to sharpen his pencil. He looks up briefly with a squint, trying to work out if her wild, dilated eyes are because of the late hour, alcohol, or drugs. “As far as I can tell, you’re under the influence, out after hours, and were in possession of alcohol when I found you.”
“Come on, vodka doesn’t count Manny.” She swings her legs up onto the table between them, crossing her booted feet with a plucky bounce. “Neither does Fresh Pep, it’s technically a household appliance—,”
“Officer Gomez.” He corrects lamely, falling quiet when she looks up at him in surprise.
“Oh cut the shit, Manny.” She sneers acidly, making him wince as he breaks the tip of his pencil on the first letter of her name on his report.
In a quick move Kate leans across the table, snatching the pencil from his hands and slamming it into the table loudly. Herman jumps when it snaps in half.
“Off the record, hm?” She smiles sweetly at him, the smoke curling from her mouth smelling like candy. “I’ll tell you all my dirty secrets.”
The prospect gives him pause, his racing thoughts preventing him from flinching against the broken pencil splinters that Kate childishly throws at him. “Will you?”
She too seems to consider that offer for a moment, probably thinking of the ways she can weave him further into her grasp; she will never truly let him into her head, of course, even Herman’s slow mind can gather that. He can’t possibly imagine what she will say, however—if she will even answer his questions. Is this a game? Or is she trying to help him figure something out?
Watching her now, twirling a strand of hair around her finger with her eyes all but branding him, he can’t help but feel like he is missing something dire.
“Tell me, Kate—anything.” He leans forward with the hushed plea, his eyes openly searching hers as cherry smoke burns his eyes.
She laughs lightly, an unsettling trill that sends a spike of warmth to his heart, and rolls her ankle in a stretch.
Kate’s eyes lift to his. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl…”
Herman swallows as he holds her intense gaze, a shiver running through him as a drop of sweat tickles down his neck.
She gives his entire being a once-over, nose scrunching in disgust as she flicks her ashes onto the floor. “I’ve been careless with a delicate man.”
“Kate.” Herman warns, his visible anger drawing merriment to the darkness of her eyes. “You forget who you’re talking to, young lady.”
“Oh?” She challenges strongly, letting her feet fall loudly to the ground as she leans across the table as well. “What, you aren’t going to tell my daddy, are you?”
“Maybe I will.” He says, clenching his fists to keep from snatching her up by the hair and dragging her across the table. “That’s what you deserve.”
“Hm.” She smirks thoughtfully, large eyes flying about in their observation of his face. Herman wonders just how high she is. He can smell the chemicals on her breath.
“Well Manny, if you tell...” She pauses, fixing him with that familiar frightening stare as grey smoke swirls from her nostrils like an imp. “I’ll tell.”
Criminal 5b/?
“Come on, vodka doesn’t count Manny.” She swings her legs up onto the table between them, crossing her booted feet with a plucky bounce. “Neither does Fresh Pep, it’s technically a household appliance—,”
“Officer Gomez.” He corrects lamely, falling quiet when she looks up at him in surprise.
“Oh cut the shit, Manny.” She sneers acidly, making him wince as he breaks the tip of his pencil on the first letter of her name on his report.
In a quick move Kate leans across the table, snatching the pencil from his hands and slamming it into the table loudly. Herman jumps when it snaps in half.
“Off the record, hm?” She smiles sweetly at him, the smoke curling from her mouth smelling like candy. “I’ll tell you all my dirty secrets.”
The prospect gives him pause, his racing thoughts preventing him from flinching against the broken pencil splinters that Kate childishly throws at him. “Will you?”
She too seems to consider that offer for a moment, probably thinking of the ways she can weave him further into her grasp; she will never truly let him into her head, of course, even Herman’s slow mind can gather that. He can’t possibly imagine what she will say, however—if she will even answer his questions. Is this a game? Or is she trying to help him figure something out?
Watching her now, twirling a strand of hair around her finger with her eyes all but branding him, he can’t help but feel like he is missing something dire.
“Tell me, Kate—anything.” He leans forward with the hushed plea, his eyes openly searching hers as cherry smoke burns his eyes.
She laughs lightly, an unsettling trill that sends a spike of warmth to his heart, and rolls her ankle in a stretch.
Kate’s eyes lift to his. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl…”
Herman swallows as he holds her intense gaze, a shiver running through him as a drop of sweat tickles down his neck.
She gives his entire being a once-over, nose scrunching in disgust as she flicks her ashes onto the floor. “I’ve been careless with a delicate man.”
“Kate.” Herman warns, his visible anger drawing merriment to the darkness of her eyes. “You forget who you’re talking to, young lady.”
“Oh?” She challenges strongly, letting her feet fall loudly to the ground as she leans across the table as well. “What, you aren’t going to tell my daddy, are you?”
“Maybe I will.” He says, clenching his fists to keep from snatching her up by the hair and dragging her across the table. “That’s what you deserve.”
“Hm.” She smirks thoughtfully, large eyes flying about in their observation of his face. Herman wonders just how high she is. He can smell the chemicals on her breath.
“Well Manny, if you tell...” She pauses, fixing him with that familiar frightening stare as grey smoke swirls from her nostrils like an imp. “I’ll tell.”