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Darts. He was offering to teach her how to play darts…if she taught him pool. Quin thought the offer over. It was a decent one. She’d learned to play pool in college when the dorm she’d lived in freshman year had gotten a pool table. It had been something to do when there was nothing else going on and she’d gotten good at it. Admittedly, the pool balls had been good practice for powers when nobody was playing too.

“Sounds like a plan.” she said, working to empty the beer that the barman had put in front of her. She didn’t want to be rude, after all. She had to slow down after this one though…she really did. He didn’t bring up the dancing again, and Quin decided to tuck that information away in case the opportunity ever arose to find out If Ashton had any dance floor prowess. It would be interesting, at any rate.

The shooting, however, was not a difficult subject to broach at all.

“So far…what? Quin said, daring a comment about her shooting ability. Sure, it hadn’t been a real issue yet, but the fact remained that she was a good shot and she knew it. Eventually. The redhead snorted at the implication. She shot better than a fair chunk of private citizens with a CHL . That was saying something.

This time there was definitely a smirk spread across Quin’s face. Ashton was giving all the right answers, right down to the comments about smoking. Thank God. Quin had suspected his feelings on the matter after riding around in a car with him all this time…but it was good to have confirmation.
” Dance clubs? Yeah. A little dated. Elsewhere…I think you could get some play.”

Ashton was persistent, and Quin simply stared, barely suppressing a laugh as Ashton gave his incredulous description of what he thought her nights looked like.

My oh my did Detective Drake have some nasty surprises coming to him sometime down the line. She shrugged her shoulders, ”I told you. I’ll hold off on ending the bet until you’ve had a chance to evaluate the evidence.” she said, then chuckled.

”And yeah, I’ve been known to spend my fair share of time at the club…and the range. Maybe I’ll teach you a thing or two sometime.” She’d leave her martial arts prowess ambiguous. At least for the time being.

Quin grinned and shrugged her shoulders, “I’m willing to suspend collection upon delivery of evidence to support any claim that may have just been made.”

They were police after all. It was only right. Besides, three beers in and the night young suggested that it was good idea to prolong the conversation. For now, Ashton could just buy his own beer.

As to the rest of his question.

“I don’t know.” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, ” I just figured you were more of a…dimly lit room, sipping brandy and listening to piano music type.”

Ah, well handled. Quin approved. By the time Ashton turned back to her, a broad grin had spread across the redhead’s features and she was chuckling. That, right there, might have just earned Detective Drake another free beer. It was nice to have a friend, especially one as popular as Ashton.

Honestly. Quin couldn’t blame the blond for trying. But that was ancient history now, and she had a question to answer.

”Unless you’re at a wing place...I usually settle with chips and salsa. Salt goes well with beer. ”

Quin looked around and shrugged her shoulders. " Beyond food...I like darts...and pool." she smirked slightly.

"And dancing. Sometimes I like to dance."

Yeah. Quin was usually pretty mild-mannered, at least for a redhead. The thing was, her horoscope had warned her that something like this might happen today. That she might have to assert herself against a negative force of energy. Obviously this was that source.

Glancing at Ashton in surprise, and letting a subtle smirk cross her features after the lady pushed through them. Quin turned on her heel and strode around the visitor, taking advantage of her knowledge of MRC to navigate the desks and get in front of her once more. To get by this time, the chick would either have to vault a desk or walk through Quin.

“I’m sorry Miss…oh right, you’ve got a Visitor badge, not a name tag. I wasn’t asking you what you were doing for my health. And I don’t care how you intimidated Cynthia, you don’t walk into my department and push people around. So let me rephrase my question.” Sure, MRC was just technically where she interned…but still, it felt like home. Either way, there was no turning back now.

Quin took a breath and made the lady wait before she spoke. ” What business do you have here? And where can I help you go to complete it as quickly as possible?”

The story told by the snake man and his companion was really too simple to be made up. There was still the fact that they’d waited for the police to show up too, instead of running like someone truly guilty would have done. There was no doubt in Quin’s mind that the snake-man at least could take care of himself. His companion looked shy, and young, and kept avoiding eye contact. The dad was still shouting, and making a scene, and Quin frowned in his general direction.

“Thank you both. “ she said, “If you don’t mind waiting around just a few more moments, I think we’ll have everything sorted out.”

That said, Quin made her way back to the parents and the child. Ashton was on the kid’s level a bit, asking him what had happened and listening as the little boy answered. The boy’s story sounded much more like the mutant’s than his parents and Quin had a feeling they’d be out of here in time to stop and grab a hot dog from one of the vendors in the park.

Mmmm.