Tavi was surprised to get a phone call from Evan asking if she would go bail Guillaume out of jail. She said yes, of course. It was just an odd request and really an odd situation all the way around. Apparently he had gotten taken in by the airport security for having a box cutter in his pocket. Guillaume was a little quiet and perhaps a little reserved but he hardly seemed like terrorist material to her. Besides he struck her as being far too refined to try to pull off a hijacking with a safety blade.
She sauntered into the police station, waving at a few of the people who knew her on sight. Evan probably guessed that she came here often as part of her job. That, on top of being the Mayor's daughter, probably explained why she had been picked as the next person on the emergency phone tree.
Coming up next to one of the officers, Tavi set a coffee down on his desk. He looked up and smiled. "Hey Kiddo, what brings you down here? Following some lead?â€
"Nope, bailing a friend out of the clink.â€
Max, one of Nachton's fine detectives, raised his eyebrows. "You are in league with criminals now? You're breaking my heart, Tavi. I thought you were a good kid.â€
"He's innocent.†Tavi reached down and tugged Max up out of his chair. "Come on, I don't want to have to stand in line to do all that paperwork.â€
"Of course, he's innocent. They all are.†He grumbled but got out of his chair, taking his cup of coffee with him. "Mmmm, hazelnut. Nice.â€
Eventually, and much more quickly with Max's help, she was led back to the holding cells. There were a few others in there besides Guillaume but he appeared to have survived okay. Of course, she'd be worried about a werewolf that couldn't manage to hold his own with a few humans.
"Come on Guillaume, Your Princess Charming has come to rescue you.†She smiled, set down the bag she carried and pulled out her phone. "Just say 'cheese' first. I was told to get a picture.â€
One Phone Call (Attn: Tavi)
Sitting on the hard bench that probably doubled as a bed Navid leaned against the wall and sighed and stared at the ceiling. This had gone, very badly and he was more than a little irritated both with himself and with over zealous law enforcement officers. Being in a holding cell didn't bother him -too- though, this wasn't the first time he'd been in such a position and probably wouldn't be the last. He was upset because this time it wasn't his fault. Not really.
There were three other extremely disreputable characters in the holding cell with him. Two of them looked more than a little familiar with the situation. One of them seemed to be scoping out the third, who was doing his best not to be noticed and avoid eye contact. He was doing a fair job of hiding his discomfort but Navid could see it as he half watched the other three.
"DuBois!"
Navid winced as even his simple last name was butchered by the officer. One did not have to be fluent in French to know not to pronounce the 's'.
"Phone call!"
Finally. Guillaume stood and was escorted to the phone. He'd had something of a time deciding who to call. Thérèse and Evan were both obvious choices but each came with complications. His cousin was... well French. She wasn't a US citizen, although she had entered the country legally (for a change). Evan simply couldn't come and bail him out as it was early afternoon.
"Hurry it up."
The officer goaded him not pleased to be kept waiting. He really should expand his circle of friends, especially now that Thérèse was safe, had been separated from the mulo. Well some one was coming to get him out of here, he was furious his client was leaving him high and dry, hell the woman was probably half way to Miami by now. With resignation Navid closed his eyes and dialed, having made his call for help he was promptly escorted back to the cell where this time he was the object of speculative scrutiny.
Octavia Emiliano
12 years ago
Guillaume
12 years ago
One would think that they would allow paperback or magazines or even a personal Kindle in these damned holding cells. There was nothing to do and he was getting edgy. After wondering the bench/bed and stretching out and trying to get comfortable he debated if American police stations and holding facilities were superior to those he'd encountered in other countries. He decided there really was no answer and then did his best not to think about how long he'd been here. Bureaucracy was a tool of the devil.
He must have dozed off because one of the other men had made himself at home on the bench. This did not amuse Guillaume in the slightest. He was even less amused when the man actually tried to talk. It was the squirly one. He had apparently decided that a dozing Guillaume was less intimidating than the other two men.
Before he could glare at the man or shove him off the bench there was some activity near the door. The others couldn't hear it and didn't look around for several seconds. The edgy one looked disturbingly hopeful, his face crumpled when he didn't recognize Tavi.
Navid, however, rolled into a sitting position and brushed his hair out of his face. He looked rumpled, like he had been manhandled by police and stuck in less than ideal position, but he paid it no mind and half smiled at Tavi.
"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer the 'harden criminal' mug shot expression?"
Standing he crossed to the bars and thought about making a snatch for the phone. But, undoubtedly, her reflexes were quite good. That and if she turned around and walked out he'd be stuck her even longer.
"How much is he paying you? I'll double it."
The picture was certainly Evan's request. Not that Guillaume blamed him, had their circumstances been reversed he would certainly want to capture such a Kodak moment.
He must have dozed off because one of the other men had made himself at home on the bench. This did not amuse Guillaume in the slightest. He was even less amused when the man actually tried to talk. It was the squirly one. He had apparently decided that a dozing Guillaume was less intimidating than the other two men.
Before he could glare at the man or shove him off the bench there was some activity near the door. The others couldn't hear it and didn't look around for several seconds. The edgy one looked disturbingly hopeful, his face crumpled when he didn't recognize Tavi.
Navid, however, rolled into a sitting position and brushed his hair out of his face. He looked rumpled, like he had been manhandled by police and stuck in less than ideal position, but he paid it no mind and half smiled at Tavi.
"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer the 'harden criminal' mug shot expression?"
Standing he crossed to the bars and thought about making a snatch for the phone. But, undoubtedly, her reflexes were quite good. That and if she turned around and walked out he'd be stuck her even longer.
"How much is he paying you? I'll double it."
The picture was certainly Evan's request. Not that Guillaume blamed him, had their circumstances been reversed he would certainly want to capture such a Kodak moment.
Octavia Emiliano
12 years ago
Tavi took one hand off the phone and waved a dismissive hand in reference to the suggestion of a serious mug shot face. "Nah, I can get that from my friends here at the police station.†Or online if they decide to fully press charges against Guillaume. They don't allow box knives on an airplane but that didn't mean that walking through security with one was actually a crime. At least she didn't think it was. The TSA would certainly like you to believe that. But just because you aren't supposed to do something and some big important people were going to tell you not to do it, didn't make it illegal if you did. It was just very unwise.
That meant that they wouldn't be posting his picture on the Nachton Criminal Database, publicly declaring him a criminal. So that was something.
She snapped the picture and tucked her phone away in the pocket of the white shorts she wore. Tavi had on a small teal tank with a lightweight white shirt thrown over the top. This shirt was unbuttoned by gathered in a knot around her waist. The hemp belt she wore had 'silver' and turquoise beads woven among the knot work. It was tied off close to her left hip where the two dangling beaded ends occasionally made a soft clacking noise as she moved. To finish the ensemble, she had white keds with big gauzy teal laces.
Smiling at Guillaume, Tavi shrugged. "Perhaps I can be negotiated with but we can discuss terms later."
"Look, I came wearing white.†Tavi placed her hand over her heart. "I take my job as knight in shining armor seriously.â€
She watched as the warden opened the door. "Well, not too seriously. It is entirely too hot to be wearing metal clothing.â€
Tavi looked up at him and asked. "Shall we go get your things?" No doubt they had everything he had on him, including the box cutter that had gotten him in trouble, his wallet, loose change, keys, and, knowing these guys, even his pocket lint.
That meant that they wouldn't be posting his picture on the Nachton Criminal Database, publicly declaring him a criminal. So that was something.
She snapped the picture and tucked her phone away in the pocket of the white shorts she wore. Tavi had on a small teal tank with a lightweight white shirt thrown over the top. This shirt was unbuttoned by gathered in a knot around her waist. The hemp belt she wore had 'silver' and turquoise beads woven among the knot work. It was tied off close to her left hip where the two dangling beaded ends occasionally made a soft clacking noise as she moved. To finish the ensemble, she had white keds with big gauzy teal laces.
Smiling at Guillaume, Tavi shrugged. "Perhaps I can be negotiated with but we can discuss terms later."
"Look, I came wearing white.†Tavi placed her hand over her heart. "I take my job as knight in shining armor seriously.â€
She watched as the warden opened the door. "Well, not too seriously. It is entirely too hot to be wearing metal clothing.â€
Tavi looked up at him and asked. "Shall we go get your things?" No doubt they had everything he had on him, including the box cutter that had gotten him in trouble, his wallet, loose change, keys, and, knowing these guys, even his pocket lint.
Guillaume
12 years ago
Finding what little was left of his sense of humor Navid simply rolled his eyes at that comment.
"I'm not sure my agent agreed to this photo shoot."
Some what relieved that Tavi was satisfied with one picture he wondered what her price would be. He had one or two suggestions and given how lovely her legs looked in those shorts and the over all charming appearance of the white and teal ensemble he'd not mind paying those prices. There were some very clear advantages to having some one other than Evan or his cousin 'rescue' him.
"And it look stunning on you as well. I applicate you throwing yourself into the part... with in reason. Of course I have the feeling that metal clothing would just get you in more of a mess than I am."
It was idiotic. He would be furious if he was actually charged and would would probably scream discrimination and see if the race card helped him at all. Honestly though Guillaume couldn't see this going too far, it wan honest mistake on his part and a little bit of an extreme devotion to duty on the part of the police and the TSA. At least the FBI wasn't involved, yet.
Managing a slightly stilted 'thank you' for the warden he followed along to complete the paper work and retrieve his things.
"I'm quite pleased they didn't take my shoe laces."
Since he had been flying Guillaume had more with him than he normally carried. Tablet, laptop, charts, flight plans, an over night bag and it all had to be gone through to confirm nothing was missing. Nothing was. Shoving his wallet into his picket and picking up his bag he smiled a bit weakly.
"This is not what my aunt had in mind when she told me to always pack clean underwear. But thank you for coming down, I would have lost my mind waiting for Evan."
[i]Perhaps he should have called Kiyoshi. Guillaume hadn't considered that. Perhaps he would if it happened again, of course it wouldn't create a good impression of 'the boss' to have to bail him out.[/i
"I'm not sure my agent agreed to this photo shoot."
Some what relieved that Tavi was satisfied with one picture he wondered what her price would be. He had one or two suggestions and given how lovely her legs looked in those shorts and the over all charming appearance of the white and teal ensemble he'd not mind paying those prices. There were some very clear advantages to having some one other than Evan or his cousin 'rescue' him.
"And it look stunning on you as well. I applicate you throwing yourself into the part... with in reason. Of course I have the feeling that metal clothing would just get you in more of a mess than I am."
It was idiotic. He would be furious if he was actually charged and would would probably scream discrimination and see if the race card helped him at all. Honestly though Guillaume couldn't see this going too far, it wan honest mistake on his part and a little bit of an extreme devotion to duty on the part of the police and the TSA. At least the FBI wasn't involved, yet.
Managing a slightly stilted 'thank you' for the warden he followed along to complete the paper work and retrieve his things.
"I'm quite pleased they didn't take my shoe laces."
Since he had been flying Guillaume had more with him than he normally carried. Tablet, laptop, charts, flight plans, an over night bag and it all had to be gone through to confirm nothing was missing. Nothing was. Shoving his wallet into his picket and picking up his bag he smiled a bit weakly.
"This is not what my aunt had in mind when she told me to always pack clean underwear. But thank you for coming down, I would have lost my mind waiting for Evan."
[i]Perhaps he should have called Kiyoshi. Guillaume hadn't considered that. Perhaps he would if it happened again, of course it wouldn't create a good impression of 'the boss' to have to bail him out.[/i
Octavia Emiliano
12 years ago
â€Oh I am sure your agent didn't.†At least Guillaume still had his sense of humor after a day of being locked up while they sorted something out with TSA. She was surprised that it took them this long.
He commented on her choice of outfit and she smiled. "That would be some rescue and I can just see the local news in the morning. Mayor's daughter in jail after appearing at police station in suit of armor. I am sure they would decide it was some kind of publicity stunt.†She wondered if she could play the kid card and blame one of the people planning on running against her father. 'Stephenson paid me to do it. He didn't say why'...lip wibble, big tears.
Picking up the bag she had brought with her, Tavi wrapped her arm around Guillaume when he stepped out of the cell.
One of the other guys came forward like he was going to walk out of the cell as well but the warden gave him a shove and closed the door. The prisoner turned to her. "Take me too, Baby. I'll show you a good time for it.†He gestured with one hand and a gyrating motion of his hips to express exactly what kind of time he meant. "Much better than the sand snake here.†Tavi's gaze flickered to Guillaume for a moment, wondering what prior conversation had earned him such a nickname; then she realized the guy thought Guillaume was Arabic.
"With such a tempting offer†Tavi muttered low enough that only Guillaume was likely to hear. "how could a girl refuse.†Turning around to flash a smile at the guy. "There is a certain performance level, both mental and physical that I require.†She gave him a thorough look, up and down, before meeting his eyes again. "You don't have what it takes.â€
They went to pick up Guillaume's things and he had a lot more of it than most people that got picked up by the police. His carry on bag looked like it had been thoroughly rummaged through and no one had taken any care to put things back in the order that Guillaume had originally used to pack it. Tavi supposed he could be messy about such things but it was doubtful. He didn't seem very rumpled after his day in jail and she doubted he would have wanted to look wrinkled whenever he got to where he was going. He would if he used those clothes.
"Well, I didn't think about you being so prepared.†Tavi handed him the bag that she had brought with her. "I stopped by your place and picked up some extra clothes.†She tilted her head and amended. "Well, I stopped with the intention of getting you something to wear. Evan wouldn't let me go into your room.†Tavi pouted briefly. "Its like he doesn't trust me or something.â€
Breaking off the expression, she smiled. "Anyway, I thought you might like something fresh to wear.â€
((OOC: The clothes in the bag are normal. Whatever Guillaume would normally wear, probably something casual since those travel better but Evan didn't play any jokes here and make them all mismatched or anything. He suspected that Navid had enough problems without an extra prank thrown in. See, sometimes he can be a good friend.
)
He commented on her choice of outfit and she smiled. "That would be some rescue and I can just see the local news in the morning. Mayor's daughter in jail after appearing at police station in suit of armor. I am sure they would decide it was some kind of publicity stunt.†She wondered if she could play the kid card and blame one of the people planning on running against her father. 'Stephenson paid me to do it. He didn't say why'...lip wibble, big tears.
Picking up the bag she had brought with her, Tavi wrapped her arm around Guillaume when he stepped out of the cell.
One of the other guys came forward like he was going to walk out of the cell as well but the warden gave him a shove and closed the door. The prisoner turned to her. "Take me too, Baby. I'll show you a good time for it.†He gestured with one hand and a gyrating motion of his hips to express exactly what kind of time he meant. "Much better than the sand snake here.†Tavi's gaze flickered to Guillaume for a moment, wondering what prior conversation had earned him such a nickname; then she realized the guy thought Guillaume was Arabic.
"With such a tempting offer†Tavi muttered low enough that only Guillaume was likely to hear. "how could a girl refuse.†Turning around to flash a smile at the guy. "There is a certain performance level, both mental and physical that I require.†She gave him a thorough look, up and down, before meeting his eyes again. "You don't have what it takes.â€
They went to pick up Guillaume's things and he had a lot more of it than most people that got picked up by the police. His carry on bag looked like it had been thoroughly rummaged through and no one had taken any care to put things back in the order that Guillaume had originally used to pack it. Tavi supposed he could be messy about such things but it was doubtful. He didn't seem very rumpled after his day in jail and she doubted he would have wanted to look wrinkled whenever he got to where he was going. He would if he used those clothes.
"Well, I didn't think about you being so prepared.†Tavi handed him the bag that she had brought with her. "I stopped by your place and picked up some extra clothes.†She tilted her head and amended. "Well, I stopped with the intention of getting you something to wear. Evan wouldn't let me go into your room.†Tavi pouted briefly. "Its like he doesn't trust me or something.â€
Breaking off the expression, she smiled. "Anyway, I thought you might like something fresh to wear.â€
((OOC: The clothes in the bag are normal. Whatever Guillaume would normally wear, probably something casual since those travel better but Evan didn't play any jokes here and make them all mismatched or anything. He suspected that Navid had enough problems without an extra prank thrown in. See, sometimes he can be a good friend.
)
Guillaume
12 years ago
That image, of Tavi pulling a publicity stunt, was surprisingly easy to picture. It even coaxed a small laugh out of him.
As they walked away Navid snarled at the bastard harassing Tavi. Ordinarily he would have snapped back but she was more than capable of taking care of herself and he had the satisfaction of smiling at the scum and having a companionable arm around his waist. He, rather judiciously, chose not to snap back at the guy in Arabic. This was not the time or place to pick a fight.
It was quite tempting to ask if he had what it took. Ordinarily he did not like to swoop in where another man had just been shot down, not that he was a saint he would take advantage of a failure but it wasn't his primary M.O. He also didn't generally flirt in police stations but, perhaps this could all be blamed on being a bit punch drunk from hours in a holding cell.
"You'll have to let me know if I pass those requirements, after all this may be two dinners I owe you."
Guillaume had to laugh, it seemed every time he crossed paths with Tavi he was in some kind of trouble. His cousin was held by a mulo, his laptop was stolen by another pack member, and now she was bailing him out of jail. He would not blame her if he did not pass her requirements. Nor would his ego, under the circumstances, take much of a hit.
The clean, un-rumpled, non-manhandled were a welcome site. A fresh change of clothes sounded perfect; that and some water in his face. Guillaume bent down and kissed once on each cheek.
"You are welcome in my room and I think you for this. It is almost like you have found yourself in similar situation once or twice before..."
It was easy and natural to tease her a little. Of course realizing exactly what he'd said Navid cleared his throat and tried to remember he was dealing with the Sarkis' daughter.
"Perhaps you would give me a few moments and I could talk you into a ride to the airport so I can get my car?"
As they walked away Navid snarled at the bastard harassing Tavi. Ordinarily he would have snapped back but she was more than capable of taking care of herself and he had the satisfaction of smiling at the scum and having a companionable arm around his waist. He, rather judiciously, chose not to snap back at the guy in Arabic. This was not the time or place to pick a fight.
It was quite tempting to ask if he had what it took. Ordinarily he did not like to swoop in where another man had just been shot down, not that he was a saint he would take advantage of a failure but it wasn't his primary M.O. He also didn't generally flirt in police stations but, perhaps this could all be blamed on being a bit punch drunk from hours in a holding cell.
"You'll have to let me know if I pass those requirements, after all this may be two dinners I owe you."
Guillaume had to laugh, it seemed every time he crossed paths with Tavi he was in some kind of trouble. His cousin was held by a mulo, his laptop was stolen by another pack member, and now she was bailing him out of jail. He would not blame her if he did not pass her requirements. Nor would his ego, under the circumstances, take much of a hit.
The clean, un-rumpled, non-manhandled were a welcome site. A fresh change of clothes sounded perfect; that and some water in his face. Guillaume bent down and kissed once on each cheek.
"You are welcome in my room and I think you for this. It is almost like you have found yourself in similar situation once or twice before..."
It was easy and natural to tease her a little. Of course realizing exactly what he'd said Navid cleared his throat and tried to remember he was dealing with the Sarkis' daughter.
"Perhaps you would give me a few moments and I could talk you into a ride to the airport so I can get my car?"
Octavia Emiliano
12 years ago
Tavi gave Guillaume the same long thorough examination that she had given the other guy. Then she looked up at him and smiled. "You've got potential.†Hugging him once with the arm around his waist, Tavi then let him go and led the way out to the entrance of the building. She looked over her shoulder at him and gave him a mishievous grin. "Besides I always did like the bad boys.†Of course accidentally bringing a box cutter to an airport didn't exactly qualify as bad, not compared to some of the guys she had dated. However, those kind of men weren't great for anything more than a little fun. Tavi thought she might try something different for a change.
Of course Drew had been as big a boy scout as one man could manage. She was pretty sure he had that uniform tucked away in his closet somewhere. He definitely helped little old ladies across the road and wouldn't even consider breaking the law. Hell, he probably refused to pull the tags off mattresses.
Needless to say, that was a little -too- goody goody for her. Drew was nice but every time she teased him she felt like she was hitting on a good, god fearing, puritan boy who was shocked and scandalized by her behavior. One shouldn't feel like Hester Prynne every time they teased their boyfriend.
She shook her head. "No, actually I haven't been on the other side of the bars. Trust me its not from saintly behavior but perhaps good fortune.†Tavi had always managed to get away with her antics, at least where the law was concerned. Her family was harder to fool and part of her biggest rebellions involved the pack anyway. The R'asa tended to discipline their own.
Nodding to Guillaume, she gestured to one of the cars out in the lot. This time she had not brought her motorcycle, knowing that she had clothes to bring and Guillaume might have things to take home. Besides, he might be afraid of them; some people where. Instead she brought one of the pack vehicles. They were used for various jobs, helping those who arrived from further away get back and forth to work until they could buy their own vehicle, moving, delivering stuff, and other less legal things.
This particular vehicle was a little gold prius. Cute, fuel efficient and all that. She missed the oomph of her motorcycle but, considering her destination, she decided that the little electric car might help her behave.
"I'll wait out here.â€
Of course Drew had been as big a boy scout as one man could manage. She was pretty sure he had that uniform tucked away in his closet somewhere. He definitely helped little old ladies across the road and wouldn't even consider breaking the law. Hell, he probably refused to pull the tags off mattresses.
Needless to say, that was a little -too- goody goody for her. Drew was nice but every time she teased him she felt like she was hitting on a good, god fearing, puritan boy who was shocked and scandalized by her behavior. One shouldn't feel like Hester Prynne every time they teased their boyfriend.
She shook her head. "No, actually I haven't been on the other side of the bars. Trust me its not from saintly behavior but perhaps good fortune.†Tavi had always managed to get away with her antics, at least where the law was concerned. Her family was harder to fool and part of her biggest rebellions involved the pack anyway. The R'asa tended to discipline their own.
Nodding to Guillaume, she gestured to one of the cars out in the lot. This time she had not brought her motorcycle, knowing that she had clothes to bring and Guillaume might have things to take home. Besides, he might be afraid of them; some people where. Instead she brought one of the pack vehicles. They were used for various jobs, helping those who arrived from further away get back and forth to work until they could buy their own vehicle, moving, delivering stuff, and other less legal things.
This particular vehicle was a little gold prius. Cute, fuel efficient and all that. She missed the oomph of her motorcycle but, considering her destination, she decided that the little electric car might help her behave.
"I'll wait out here.â€
Guillaume
12 years ago
Pleased to have apparently passed muster Navid chuckled slightly. While he never would have called himself a 'bad boy' he certainly wasn't offended by the assessment. Casually he slid his arm around her waist and returned the friendly half hug.
"Then I shall purchase some black leather and wear it frequently. But no dog collars..."
He grinned slightly, Tavi would understand that thought. It was one fashion statement that didn't set well with the wolf in him.
His eyes rose in surprise. Not that he suspected Tavi was a criminal or anything but depending on the work she'd done for the Rasa, and the paths her detective work had taken it wouldn't have been unlikely. Of course, she'd also worked in law enforcement and that very probably gave her something of an edge, at least as far as staying out of and talking her way out of trouble.
"Ah... I had forgotten you did the arresting rather than the other way around. It might have been less objectionable had you cuffed me."
Rather than the sweaty, thick witted jock who seemed determined to make him from Iraq or Afghanistan or something and would probably never rise above his current rank. Compared to that anything would have been better. Of course there was also some humor to be found in the mental image of Tavi trying to make sure he didn't hit his head as he stepped into the back of the patrol car.
"Thank you."
In the restroom Guillaume quickly splashed some water in his face, swished some mouthwash around, changed his cloths and combed his hair and felt much -much- better for it. The objectionable institutional smell of the holding cell was still there, clinging to him, but it was notably fainter and he was able to ignore it at least until he got a proper shower. The only other thing that might improve his disposition further would be a meal.
Once in the parking lot he quickly found Tavi and raised an inquiring eyebrow at her. The little Prius wasn't exactly, or indeed anything, like what he had been expecting. Still, it almost made him smile.
"Then I shall purchase some black leather and wear it frequently. But no dog collars..."
He grinned slightly, Tavi would understand that thought. It was one fashion statement that didn't set well with the wolf in him.
His eyes rose in surprise. Not that he suspected Tavi was a criminal or anything but depending on the work she'd done for the Rasa, and the paths her detective work had taken it wouldn't have been unlikely. Of course, she'd also worked in law enforcement and that very probably gave her something of an edge, at least as far as staying out of and talking her way out of trouble.
"Ah... I had forgotten you did the arresting rather than the other way around. It might have been less objectionable had you cuffed me."
Rather than the sweaty, thick witted jock who seemed determined to make him from Iraq or Afghanistan or something and would probably never rise above his current rank. Compared to that anything would have been better. Of course there was also some humor to be found in the mental image of Tavi trying to make sure he didn't hit his head as he stepped into the back of the patrol car.
"Thank you."
In the restroom Guillaume quickly splashed some water in his face, swished some mouthwash around, changed his cloths and combed his hair and felt much -much- better for it. The objectionable institutional smell of the holding cell was still there, clinging to him, but it was notably fainter and he was able to ignore it at least until he got a proper shower. The only other thing that might improve his disposition further would be a meal.
Once in the parking lot he quickly found Tavi and raised an inquiring eyebrow at her. The little Prius wasn't exactly, or indeed anything, like what he had been expecting. Still, it almost made him smile.
Octavia Emiliano
12 years ago
She tried to envision Guillaume, who had always been dressed well, if more formally than her own attire, in leather pants and club attire. Tavi decided that the mental image was damn sexy, a little different than what she would expect but different was good, sometimes.
Wrinkling her nose and shaking her head, Tavi agreed with the dog collar accessory. "No, I don't think that would suit you.†He didn't strike her as the submissive type; perhaps he was hiding a secret kink way down deep inside but she doubted it. Few werewolves who weren't fond of leashes and being someone's pet would be okay with a collar.
"Damn straight.†Tavi agreed with a grin when Guillaume pointed out that she was the one who did the arresting instead of being the one who got arrested. Early on she had looked so young that normal humans thought most of her antics were the result of a misguided youth. Even now she could pass for a minor. Then people on the police force and working with the ones here had definitely helped keep any of her less than legal activities from landing her in jail. She smiled at him and arched an eyebrow. "So, if I had manhandled you it would have been okay?†Tavi smiled innocently. "I might have to test that sometime. I still have a pair of handcuffs around somewhere.â€
Guillaume disappeared to change and Tavi went to start the car. The air conditioner was a must these days. It had gone from pleasant to sweltering within a week's time.
He came back out sporting new clothes and quickly located the vehicle. She raised an eyebrow at his raised eyebrow. "What a girl can't be sensible once in a while?†Starting the car, Tavi explained. "I figured that you would prefer a car since you had things with you. I borrowed this from the pack. I figured I would do my best to appear respectable.â€
"So, where to?â€
Wrinkling her nose and shaking her head, Tavi agreed with the dog collar accessory. "No, I don't think that would suit you.†He didn't strike her as the submissive type; perhaps he was hiding a secret kink way down deep inside but she doubted it. Few werewolves who weren't fond of leashes and being someone's pet would be okay with a collar.
"Damn straight.†Tavi agreed with a grin when Guillaume pointed out that she was the one who did the arresting instead of being the one who got arrested. Early on she had looked so young that normal humans thought most of her antics were the result of a misguided youth. Even now she could pass for a minor. Then people on the police force and working with the ones here had definitely helped keep any of her less than legal activities from landing her in jail. She smiled at him and arched an eyebrow. "So, if I had manhandled you it would have been okay?†Tavi smiled innocently. "I might have to test that sometime. I still have a pair of handcuffs around somewhere.â€
Guillaume disappeared to change and Tavi went to start the car. The air conditioner was a must these days. It had gone from pleasant to sweltering within a week's time.
He came back out sporting new clothes and quickly located the vehicle. She raised an eyebrow at his raised eyebrow. "What a girl can't be sensible once in a while?†Starting the car, Tavi explained. "I figured that you would prefer a car since you had things with you. I borrowed this from the pack. I figured I would do my best to appear respectable.â€
"So, where to?â€
Guillaume
12 years ago
He grinned wickedly at the idea of her manhandling him and found that he certainly wouldn't object to that idea. Not in the slightest. And there was nothing wrong with a little playing as far as handcuffs went. It was an odd little mental debate, Tavi was an attractive woman and he had quite enjoyed the time he'd spent in her company. But at the same time she was the Sarkis' daughter and he wasn't clear on the edict as far as that went. And of course, Thérèse's involvement with the Sarkis complicated matters, at least it did in his mind. Regardless though, it was her decision he'd simply wait for the right moment and then let her make her own decision.
"Then I'll expect to see you in sensible shoes and and a beige pants suit next."
Teasing aside, while he had no issues being bailed out by someone on the back of a motorcycle he did understand appearances were important and was pleased she'd considered that. Not to mention the difficulties that there would be in transporting his charts and such.
"Short term parking on the west side if you would Jeeves and make it snappy."
Navid deadpanned the answer and even looked at Tavi and then to the back door as if waiting for her to open it. He would blame this absurdity on his being slightly punch drunk with freedom. Typically this sort of silliness and more blatant teasing was exactly his style.
It was also better than dwelling on how his client had gotten out of Nachton and if he'd just lost a client. This 'socialite' had a reputation for being more than slightly bitchy and a bit vindictive and could make his flying life rather miserable. Terrible shame that money did not equal class.
((OOC: Out Continued in "One Phone Call (cont'd) in transportation forum))
"Then I'll expect to see you in sensible shoes and and a beige pants suit next."
Teasing aside, while he had no issues being bailed out by someone on the back of a motorcycle he did understand appearances were important and was pleased she'd considered that. Not to mention the difficulties that there would be in transporting his charts and such.
"Short term parking on the west side if you would Jeeves and make it snappy."
Navid deadpanned the answer and even looked at Tavi and then to the back door as if waiting for her to open it. He would blame this absurdity on his being slightly punch drunk with freedom. Typically this sort of silliness and more blatant teasing was exactly his style.
It was also better than dwelling on how his client had gotten out of Nachton and if he'd just lost a client. This 'socialite' had a reputation for being more than slightly bitchy and a bit vindictive and could make his flying life rather miserable. Terrible shame that money did not equal class.
((OOC: Out Continued in "One Phone Call (cont'd) in transportation forum))