Night out [rp thread for det_nichols]

[dr_julianna_cox]

Julianna looked at her reflection in the mirror one last time, tousling her long, layered hair. It spilled over her shoulders and down past the top of her black strapless cocktail dress. She wasn't much of a hair stylist - the tousling and making sure it was dry were about as fancy as she got, and other than a few swipes of mascara and some lip

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[det_nichols]

"Now you can't possibly blame a man for commenting when you look like that." The smile is in his eyes before it makes its way completely over his features and as he looks her over. It's not entirely a crude look, but at the same time, he clearly enjoys every bit of her outfit and the way it's put together. The fact that she doesn't know how to deal with her hair like the women he grew up with were trained to do from a very young age. The purse that isn't quite a match. The jewelry that was very close but not quite there. She was so close but not quite there and somehow managed to look beautiful. Exactly the kind of woman he had wanted to take to the event tonight

[dr_julianna_cox]

Julianna looks over with a smirk, hand on her hip. "Commenting is one thing. Calling out the window as you drive by is another." She gives him the once over, making no pretense about it. "You clean up well."

[det_nichols]

"What can I, uh, say? You're irresistible." He spreads his arms slightly, almost as if he'd do a turn around. "What can I say? I'm a middle aged civil servant with exceptional taste."

[dr_julianna_cox]

She laughs after the last remark, her eyes more carefree than they've been in awhile. "You could be a runway model, Nichols. You're certainly tall enough." Smirking, she continues, "Much better than I did when I was trying on all those damn dresses your partner insisted I try on."

[det_nichols]

"I'm even skinny as a rail to boot. Much to my chagrin at certain points, I admit." He looks her over again and smiles. "I'm sure that she couldn't have made you do it if you didn't want to. You could probably outrun her at this point if need be."

[dr_julianna_cox]

"I don't know about that - she does carry a gun." Julianna smiles back at him as they start walking toward the street corner. "I'll admit it wasn't as bad as it could've been."

[det_nichols]

"You know I did plan on taking a taxi." He looks at her with a little smile. "As I'm fairly certain neither of us want to walk the distance in the shoes we're wearing."

[dr_julianna_cox]

"I was heading toward the corner so we could do just that." She looks up at him, shaking her head. "You police types. Always one step ahead."

[det_nichols]

"Just double checking." He puts his hands in his pockets and keeps following her.

[dr_julianna_cox]

Julianna leads the way to the corner and waves her hand out for a taxi. A moment later, one drives up to the curb. She gets in first, sitting in the middle, and leans over to the divider between the front and back seats to give directions to the driver.

[det_nichols]

He climbs in the taxi, not minding that she has to sit nearly on top of him in the taxi. She'd chosen her seat first, after all.

[dr_julianna_cox]

Julianna scoots over slightly, giving him more room, once the taxi gets going. "It's not too far," she says. Just then, her cell phone buzzes inside her bag. She works at the clutch clasp for a moment, muttering a curse under her breath before getting it open. She raises a brow as she checks her text messages, then types in a quick reply. "Junior M.E.s," she says by way of explanation.

[det_nichols]

"What was that all about?" He watches the way a single call changes her demeanor and wonders if their event has been canceled before it even started.

[dr_julianna_cox]

She puts the phone back in her bag with a roll of her eyes. "Guys didn't know where to find some paperwork. They wouldn't dare call Rodgers with that bull..." Julianna shakes her head. "I'm the nice one."

[det_nichols]

"Funny, I had my money on Rodgers for that one." A little bit of a joke for the moment being. His eyes flicker to their surroundings to figure out where they're going. "You're reliable."

[dr_julianna_cox]

They're headed toward the Upper West Side.

"Rodgers nicer than me? I don't think so," Julianna smirks. "I am reliable. Usually have nothing better to do so they think they can call me whenever they want...which most of the time I don't tend to mind...much."