Streetdumb

[Jacob Adams]

In the good old days, in Mississippi, he'd rarely gone outside without being armed with some kind of weapon. That had been a smart move. Of course, the so-called ”upgrade” from hooker to stripper had come with some sense of false safety, one that he clung to quite desperately. As some of his co-workers didn't seem to realise this was a basic human right, he'd taken it upon himself to fight anyone who dared overstep while he was present. Some didn't take that too well, apparently. In the club, the man had left quite peacefully. But, of course, he couldn't even see Jake on the street, on his night off (for the love of god, his night off!), without having to start a fight. Maybe it was some kind of chance to reclaim some lost man-pride from having been told to fuck off by a stripper. Either way, the man couldn't keep his trap shut, and neither could Jake, escalating pretty quickly into a fight between Jake and a man that was probably about twice his size (not to mention age).. on his freaking night off!  

Of course, Jake had put himself into these kinds of situations before. They usually ended up with him running away. He was actually just about to as the other man had begun throwing punches, anger fading slightly at the approaching threat of getting his ass kicked, only..  

”You need to learn your place!” Ooooo. You had to pay Jake a lot of money in order to get to say that kind of stuff and get away with it.  

”Oh, what now? You mean about here?” He answered, turning back to facing the other man, kicking him in the crotch as hard as he could. It was effective enough, making him back away in whimpers, hunched over. If only he'd been smart enough to start running then. That would have been smart. ”Nasty piece of shit.” he said instead, part of him wanting to run, the other part wanting to throw himself at the guy like a pissed off fly. Instead, he ended up just standing there until it was too late to run, and when the guy wasn't hunched over in pain anymore, it became more apparent why his initial plan had been running. Huh. See, this is why he was always armed in Mississippi.

[Karliah Crowley]

Night shift! Now that was when the fun stuff happened.

Sure she got a strange sleep schedule because of it, but whatever.

Patrolling downtown was well worth it. There was a lot of interesting characters out tonight. Case in point, the two men she saw two men fighting. A grin grew on her face as she parked her car and got out. This was going to be good. One man obviously spotted her when she started heading over. But that wasn't before he got a good kick to the groin.

Barely holding in a laugh, she kept going while the one man stayed where he was. But once he finally noticed her, she grinned wide. "Ok before I do anything, please enlighten me why you just kicked that man in the balls." Because if she was being honest, that had made her night so far.

[Jacob Adams]

He felt more pissed than ever as soon as he realised there was a cop there. What's more was, she was asking him what he was doing? Really? He took a deep breath, looking at the other man to make sure he wasn't pulling a gun on him or something, allthewhile trying to think of the best way to answer that question without getting arrested. “Because he asked for it.” he answered, staring at the other man with a look that could kill. He then turned away from him, facing the cop instead while fighting the urge to run over and hide behind her. “He doesn't really seem to grasp the concept of 'Look, don't touch'. You have a problem with that, you can spend more time arresting slimes like him and less time targeting us, and maybe I wouldn't have to kick guys like him in the balls so much. I'ma bust my kneecap one of these days, you know.” He could probably have stopped at 'it was self defense', but cops just brought out frustration in him. And fear. And apparently, a good way of expressing fear was to bark at people. Yeah, no, that always worked out.  

“You gonna leave us alone now?” he asked the other man, getting a confused nod in agreement. Good enough. “I assume he can go. I mean, he's white and pays taxes. I think. In my experience, that's usually a free pass for abuse, right?” he didn't even look angry, he just sulked. Like a five year old who didn't get his ice cream. On the other hand, he would agree with said five year old; this was not fair. 

[Karliah Crowley]

Well this one certainly had a bug up his ass about cops. Although Karliah could understand that better than expected. Once she heard the abuse part she shot a glare at the other man. Her grin had faded as the boy had started talking. She knew the "look don't touch" policy well since she actually went to those places from time to time.

She liked to have fun, what could she say?

Karliah pursed her lips and considered both of them. The boy was actually sulking like a boy who knew he was about to get a lecture. But Karliah wasn't a mother. "Well from what I had seen, he'd swung first." She started slowly, looking at the other man now. "And clearly he hadn't respected the rules. Both land him in trouble more than you."

[Jacob Adams]

He raised an eyebrow, probably looking as sceptical as he felt. Was she serious, or was this some kind of good cop-approach to try to get him to admit to murder later, or something? Oh well. Might as well go with it. “I agree.” Shit, where were these cops when you actually needed them? Of course, one could argue that this was a pretty good time to show up. God knew he could have used her help on more than one occasion when he was younger, but whatever. Better late than never. He was still gonna sulk, though.  

Realizing something else, he bit his lip slightly. “I can get over it, though. Think he got the message. Any more stress now, he might piss himself. Wouldn't want that, now would we?” he said, throwing the other man a smirk. Maaan, he loved having a cop on his side for once. May as well get some well-deserved revenge. Still, he couldn't go get clients arrested, no matter how shitty they were. That could get him fired. And if he got fired now, chances were she would be arresting him next anyway, considering his only other option wasn't exactly legal.

[Karliah Crowley]

He seemed pretty skeptical but again that was expected. She'd just caught him a fight after all, even if she was supporting his side. He seemed like the funny one at any rate. "No we wouldn't." She agreed with a smirk of her own. "Then there'd be an even bigger mess on our hands." Although she'd take some sort of wicked glee from seeing that. Was she a little messed up? Yeah probably.

"I'll let him off then. But you better not cause any more trouble." She warned to the other man. Karliah looked back at the boy. "Seriously, if he makes more problems, please call. I hate it when people make trouble at the club. Really kills the mood." And they couldn't have that, could they?

[Jacob Adams]

“You heard her. Run, little man.” He said when the guy didn't move fast enough. When he left, Jake let out a deep breath he didn't really know he'd been holding in. Man, this part of his job could suck. At least the cop seemed amused. He reached into his back pocket to bring out a pack of smokes, keeping half an eye on the cop still. After lighting it, he held the pack out towards her to offer her one. She had just saved him from an expensive hospital visit, after all.

“Thanks. I'll keep that in mind.” he answered, knowing full well the cops weren't to be called unless there was a dead guy, basically. It was mostly okay on the club, they had guards. The walks home were worse, but then again, it had gone pretty well tonight, hadn't it? After a while, he let out a laugh. “Hah! Figures. I swear to god, all cops are perverts. Wait. I'm off now, right? I don't wanna get arrested for sassing an officer. I've been so good tonight.”

[Karliah Crowley]

Well hat had been fun to watch. Hopefully the man had learn his lesson now. If not she could just give the lecture a little more harshly. But what was done was done, and she was even offered a cigarette for her trouble. She waved it off though. "Thanks, but I'm good. Now make it a drink, and I might reconsider." She'd much rather have a beer instead.

"Hey!" She protested, but she had to laugh at how cheeky the comment was. "Most of the people I know are fine. I like to think I'm the exception." But again, this guy seemed to have an idea on cops already. She wasn't about to argue. "And I'm not about to arrest you for cheek. If I wanted to throw you in jail, I would've already." Grim but true fact. "I'm more concerned with if you're alright. That guy didn't land any bad hits did he?"

[Jacob Adams]

“I can do that.” he said, reaching into his back pocket again to dig out a card. While it was shaped like a businesscard, making him feel all professional, it contained the information for the club he worked at. While he wasn't supposed to call the on-duty cops, they did have a lot of cops dropping in already once their shift was over, so he doubted they'd mind. “Here. Come over sometime, order a drink and tell them Frankie's paying. It's his dude you just chased off, so, you know... let him pay his dues.” he mumbled, returning briefly to his previous state of sulkiness.

“They all do.” he answered, amused, when she tried to defend her coworkers. Of course, it probably wasn't so much cops as people in general. Still, he deserved to be a bit smug now, considering how well his evening had started off. He shrugged off her concern, although smiling slightly. “Hah, please. He had no chance!” he said, his tone of voice telling how much of a joke he realised that was. “I've had worse. Would have had worse, if it wasn't for you. Geez, I wish I had a magical asswipe-repeller-badge. I seem to carry some kind of magnet, instead.”

[Karliah Crowley]

Karliah was happy enough to take the card. Free drink? Yes please. She'd just have to remember it the next time she visited. Karliah pocketed the tiny card before snickering. "Magical asswipe-repeller badge?" She repeated. Although it did actually work like that pretty well. "Well it does work for that much at least. However it's also a bit of a bullet magnet too. Wouldn't recommend it for the faint of heart."

The amount of times she'd been shot at was a number she'd forgotten. Karliah wouldn't trade her job for the world. "Still, you get to drive some pretty cool cars and get a snazzy uniform. What more could I want in life, right?" Actually there was a list of things, but he didn't need to know that.

"Anyways, if you want to repel the nasty assholes, try looking tougher first. Right now you scream 'pretty boy.' Not very intimidating. No offense." She added offhandedly.

[Jacob Adams]

He shrugged. “Well, in my experience, they usually shoot at you after they're done with me, so, you know. Even trade. Although they'd never pull a gun on me. They love me too much.” he smiled, although the situation he'd just found himself in didn't speak to his case. There was no gun involved, though. Or if there was, he was too chicken to use it. “Betcha our outfits are snazzier.” He couldn't help it. It was right there.

He laughed happily. “Aw, why thank you! It's either employed prettyboy och jobless tough guy, I'm afraid. You need to have talents or education if you're not pretty. I've heard.” he said, sighing out a drag of smoke to put a dramatic end to his statement. Hard life out there for the beautiful people.

[Karliah Crowley]

Karliah arched an eyebrow. Was he really saying that after the shit she just found him in? "Right. Because that had been a display of love.I must've been doing it wrong." She said dryly, smirking again. But at least it hadn't been worse when she found the two. It could always be worse.

"And of course your uniforms are snazzier. They're made to be snazzy." Her's were just snazzy by chance. There was something about uniforms.

"I have met pretty smart people." She mused. He did have a bit of a point, even if it sounded bad. "I've got to say, they're my favorite combination. Smart and beautiful. Although that's rare."

[Jacob Adams]

”Love comes in many forms, I've been told. Mostly by guys like him. And 'love makes you do crazy things' is another favourite. You know what I think? 'Love makes you think with your balls'.” He frowned, crossing his arms and leaning against the nearby wall.

He thought for a while. ”I dunno. I think most people are smart, somehow. You just need to look for it a bit harder in some people.” he mused, thinking for a while before adding, ”Although I don't see the appeal. Most smart people I've met have been basket cases. I don't think thinking too much is very good for you.” Then again, it might just be that a smart, healthy person didn't seek the services of an underage prostitute.