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[belligerentwarrior]

WHO: Freya and Fynn
WHERE: Some bar
WHEN: 3/29 evening
WHAT: Two idiots griping about recent events over drinks
WARNINGS: None so far

Freya knew she was late, and she’d had the courtesy to shoot Fynn a message saying she’d be, but a small part of her still hoped that a certain, infamous car wouldn’t be sitting outside the establishment. His luck did seem poor enough that something could hold Fynn up longer than work ended up doing, but oh well. Hardly mattered in the scheme of things.

He was always an easy guy to spot, at least, if she didn’t hear him first. Freya plopped into the seat next to Fynn with a huff. “Sorry about that. Hope you weren’t here early or anything.”

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[rygdea]

Already on his fourth shot of whiskey, Fynn shoots Freya a mildly amused glance before drowning another shot. "Figures you would be late." He grumbles before shooting the bartender a look. "Keep it coming!" The cop says with no intention of driving back to his brother's place later. His sexy 'wife' is nowhere in sight out front. Fynn planned on getting drunk since the beginning and he's not about to break the law and drive drunk. He most likely could get home easily despite a few drinks but be damned if he'll risk his life or some innocent individual's life just because.

Despite contrary belief, Fynn Izunia is a responsible man who wears his badge with pride. Even in plain clothes right now with his firerm concealed and sloshing back a few shots; Fynn still holds onto his pride as an officer. He really has blue running through his veins. The man was born to be a cop, right? Fynn frowns a little once his thoughts mull over what Ardyn told him the other day.

"What's going with you, missy?" He's going to chase those weird thoughts away with conversation. No way in hell is he going to be thinking about all the crazy shit going on as of late. "You look good! All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I guess someone had a hot date the other night." Fynn teases with a playful wink at the end. He's definitely feeling cheeky.

[belligerentwarrior]

Almost took the words right out of her mouth. "Aren't we a cheeky bastard tonight?" But she's grinning, and it's evident in her tone. Freya waves the bartender down for something significantly fruitier than hard liquor, and she definitely intended to moderate her alcohol tonight; she was on call, after all.

"Afraid bright-eyed and bushy-tailed is Koromaru—you should stop by and meet him sometime. I think you'd like him. You know, if you need a break from all the cats," she teases knowingly. "How's your lady? Running like a dream?"

[rygdea]

"Koromaru?" He chuckles a little. "That's a mouthful, Freya. He better one cool hombre with a name like that!" It sounds like one of those weird as hell Japanese names, kinda like Togusa. Fynn doesn't know a got damn thing about the Orient other than their fancy Japanese cars, bikes and the speed tribes who worship them.

"Oh, Michiyo?" Fynn sighs a little once the topic touches on his silver lady. "She's running fine but the misses had an accident with some asshole in Pontiac." He explains before drowing his fifth shot. Freya needs to catch up.

"Just superficial damage on the door if anything. I'm just mad that a frickin' rust bucket touched my baby."

[belligerentwarrior]

"Mhmm. Roommate's dog."

She accepts her drink from the bartender with a nod, and immediately goes for her first drink. The news is enough to make her brow shoot up. "What, already? No joking?" Freya leans back a little, staring at Fynn for a moment. "Nightmare dressed like a daydream, that one. She's been nothing but trouble from the start for you."

Well, granted, a significant portion of that was brought down on him by his own hand, but... she'll give Fynn the sympathy this time around. He deserved to get something nice out of all that suffering, and a car accident, even a superficial one, was a bit much.