More Drabbles From the Sin District (4)
Rating: PG (brief language)
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Plot Bunny Inspired by: PurpleRhino
Pillow Talk
Handing the grinning brunette a neat roll of money, the blonde Tin Man tipped his hat to her and strode out of the lavishly decorated brothel in the middle of the Sin District, adjusting his long duster as he went.
To the outside viewer it looked like the married young officer had just spent the last hour rolling around in bed with a beautiful prostitute.
To those who knew better, the newest Tin Man in Central City just had just been given Intel on the next shipment of vapors coming into the city. Dealers never could keep their mouths shut.
Laying Down The Law
With a wince, he jerked his hand back up to his mouth to blow on the aggravated skin over his knuckles. That hurt like a sumbitch, damn it all. None of his C.O.s in training had mentioned just how much it hurt to fracture someone’s cheekbone.
Still, it was worth it.
He held out the same hand to the girl who was lying on the ground, stepping over her pimp to help her to her feet. After a quick glance at her face, he shook his head, “You should get that looked at, that’ll be a hell of a shiner.”
An Indecent Proposal
Wide eyed and stunned, Wyatt Cain turned and fled the ratty environs of the shabby building at the heart of the Sin District. Annuals later, that kind of occurrence would not even faze him in the least, he would take it as a compliment and move on with no more thought about it.
But at nineteen, inexperienced and a newlywed, he was ‘freaked’ if ever that term could be applied. And he just wanted to get the hell out of there.
His partner could not help but laugh at the wink from the bejeweled male still standing in the doorway.
Miss Grabby Hands
Three teeth. Three rotten, brown teeth in a black tinged mouth. Smiling widely at the handsome, red-faced young officer who just wanted nothing more than to escape. His own smile was forced, but wide and sparkling white. “Thank you, but I really have to get going.”
The pout the ’Madam’ gave him would have been better suited on a face not more wrinkled than one of his pieces of paperwork when he finally managed to turn it in.
Gently prying her tobacco stained fingers off his uniform, he continued smiling, although the expression was getting harder and harder to maintain.