open} {let it ice, let it ice, let it ice

[isaywe_party]

[See Buffy

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[igotabigmouth]

[Be careful what you wish for, Buffy. Because, now you have a defense lawyer parked a few feet away. Opening the door, he steps onto the sidewalk and witnesses the hacking, partially staring.]

[isaywe_party]

[she is gleeful and pleased with herself as she shoves the scraper back and forth over the ice and as the shell slowly was broken into pieces. she is totally oblivious to you, lawyer man.]

[igotabigmouth]

[he rounds the car, watching her psychotic fury] Do you...need help?

[isaywe_party]

[startles at the sound of the familiar voice, before turning and look at him, eyes wide]

Nope. I'm good.

[igotabigmouth]

The ice isn't. Booking it?

[isaywe_party]

Cute. But no. Can't see out the windshield when there's a sheet of ice on it.

[igotabigmouth]

You realize you...drive a car? In New York City?

[isaywe_party]

[steps to the side and taps the side of the car where it says "NYPD" in nice giant letters]

You do when you're a cop.

[igotabigmouth]

[point] Your shift starting, then? How ya' been?

[isaywe_party]

[a look]

Don't "How ya' been" me, bucko.

[igotabigmouth]

It's an innocent question that I want to know the answer to? I've been good. Defending those that need...defending.

[isaywe_party]

[sighs. How did they wind up in the same city working in the same business]

Good for you.

[igotabigmouth]

[other sides of the same business, he'd like to point out and it's called UCLA and then law school]

It is good for me. So, Buff. Ms. Summers, how...are you?

[isaywe_party]

I'm good. Awesome, actually.

[actually, she's just more of the same, but she feels that she should talk it up here]

[igotabigmouth]

I was on my way into the station. I should get back to that.

[isaywe_party]

Yeah. Probably should. Wouldn't want you to be late to an interrogation.