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[royalty_dahling]

Christmas is a big holiday for Dahlia, so she didn't even think about slipping off to the Bar when it came by, at home. She's here today, however, sitting at a booth near the door and drinking from a big glass of eggnog

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[badboybutterman]

Off-duty cop on the premises!

Danny doffs his sergeant's cap and tucks it under his arm as he orders a pasty and a packet of ketchup from the Bar. Tearing the packet open, he squirts its contents over the warm meat pie before taking a hearty bite out of it. Mmmmmmm...meaty.

[royalty_dahling]

Dahlia, for her part, is glancing over the edge of her paper, reaching for her glass of eggnog, when she notices the cop somewhat across the room.

She goes tense on instinct, scooting back in her booth a little. No one had mentioned that there were police around here!

[badboybutterman]

Danny is heading for a nearby table when he catches sight of the pair of eyes glancing over the newspaper, the eyes belonging to the woman who's now shrinking back into the booth she's in. This constitutes as odd behavior in Danny's book (yay for being observant!) so he looks around, this way and that, wondering if there are any suspicious characters about. Seeing none, he shrugs and addresses the woman:

"Hullo, ma'am. Hiding from someone?"

[royalty_dahling]

Intellectually, Dahlia is well-aware that she hasn't done anything illegal in Milliways and that, as such, there's no reason for a cop hereabouts to give her any trouble.

Of course, intellectually, she also knows that this hasn't stopped a lot of other cops many times before. So she glances up at Danny, putting on her best "innocent and witless" expression.

"Oh, no, sir, officer. I was just getting comfortable."

[badboybutterman]

....Good enough explanation for him!

He grins brightly. "Oh, alright, then!"

Situating himself at a table near her booth, he nods at her drink. "Good stuff, that. Have a nice Christmas, did you?"

[royalty_dahling]

Well, at least he doesn't seem suspicious of her. Really, she's not used to that air of "I'm up to something" that her family tends to project being brushed off by her present wealth, just yet.

"Yessir. A very nice one. What about you?"

[badboybutterman]

"Lovely, thanks. It even snowed! Not the sticking kind that piles up so you can make snowballs, unfortunately, though, so all it did was just melt an' turn everything sopping wet, but it was nice to watch the falling snowflakes anyways. Does it snow where you're from?"

Yes, there is something very childlike about Danny when he gets to rambling about random stuff.

[royalty_dahling]

Fortunately, all the talk of snow is enough to make her relax just a tad - it's hard to believe that this man is going to haul off and decide to harass or arrest her, after something like that.

"No, not much. I'm in Lousiana and all - it's usually too warm."

[badboybutterman]

"Ah, Louisiana..."

A thoughtful expression settles on his face for a moment. If one could peer into Danny's skull, there'd be a bunch of cogs turning and dings ringing and bleep-bloop-bleeps and possibly some kind of ticker tape printout. Then:

"Oh! That's funny, I once met someone else here from Louisiana. Little boy, he was, name of Sam. Nice lad!"

[royalty_dahling]

Okay, that perks her interest again, especially now that she knows that her Sam is in the Bar, occasionally.

"Really? I don't suppose he was brown-haired...maybe this tall?"

She makes a vague gesture, indicating Sam's height almost perfectly.

[badboybutterman]

He nods. "Oh, yes, brown hair, 'bout that tall, wearin' a smart school uniform an' all. You know 'im, then?"

[OOC: I need to pop offline for a bit, but I'll be back later tonight in case you'll be around. :)]

[royalty_dahling]

"Sammy's my youngest son." Dahlia can't help but smile, feeling a little bit proud at the boy's mention. Though...

"I hope he was polite, officer?"

[OOC: I'll probably be around. :D]

[badboybutterman]

"Ohh, he's yours, is he? That's grand. Yeah, he was very polite, a very good lad -- would make any mum proud, I reckon. Seems the sort who wouldn't grow up to be the type me n' my partner would hafta chase down for shopliftin'." He chuckles lightly.

[royalty_dahling]

Danny seems honestly nice, but she still can't help muttering in the back of her mind that Sam would be smart enough not to get away without being noticed.

"Yeah, he's a good kid. Doesn't get into trouble a lot."

[badboybutterman]

"Doesn't get into trouble a lot, you say. Does that mean your other kids do?" he quips with another chuckle.

This line of questioning has the potential to be interrogatingly cop-like, but Danny hardly even notices.