She couldn't help but see what the cop was doing. My, my...been having a bad day, have we? He must have been to grab the almost empty glass pot and take it with him, a bit possessively actually, to a nearby booth. Most of the time you could see some light through coffee in a glass pot, but not this stuff. It looked as thick and black as that famous Mississippi mud back in the states. Not only that, but she could smell it, too, and the word strong and acid-like didn't begin to describe the smell, even from where she was sitting. What kind of a man did you have to be to enjoy drinking *that*. Well, she'd rather not think about it, not today.
So maybe he had a bad day. What exactly would that mean for her and her 9 other assistant prosecutor co-workers. Did he screw up an arrest? Was she or someone else going to have to save his sorry butt from a lawsuit? She hoped not. She'd seen too many morons dressed in Meiji blue already, and she'd only been on the job at this location for a week.
And he glanced at her, too. She was almost tempted to give him a scowl back, but something stopped her. So she just smiled at him faintly, but genuinely. After all, he might be one of the good ones who was actually out there protecting the streets and the ordinary people who walked them from all the thuggery that this fine world of New Meiji had to offer.
No, for some reason she felt like she should give him a break, and not automatically think that he was on the 'take' like so many others that she and her brother, Morinosuke were trying to take down.
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Date: 2012-04-07 07:14 am (UTC)So maybe he had a bad day. What exactly would that mean for her and her 9 other assistant prosecutor co-workers. Did he screw up an arrest? Was she or someone else going to have to save his sorry butt from a lawsuit? She hoped not. She'd seen too many morons dressed in Meiji blue already, and she'd only been on the job at this location for a week.
And he glanced at her, too. She was almost tempted to give him a scowl back, but something stopped her. So she just smiled at him faintly, but genuinely. After all, he might be one of the good ones who was actually out there protecting the streets and the ordinary people who walked them from all the thuggery that this fine world of New Meiji had to offer.
No, for some reason she felt like she should give him a break, and not automatically think that he was on the 'take' like so many others that she and her brother, Morinosuke were trying to take down.