| Life Is A Gamble |
[14 Nov 2006|08:52pm] |
Chloe had started out heading into the city to find a casino that might have a tournament going on. Maybe the Bellagio, she thought. A nice tournament to get her mind off things, and maybe get some money in her pockets. She wasn't allowed any of the insurance money yet from her father's will, but even if she could, she didn't want it. A part of her was still not accepting he was actually gone.
That thought gave her pause. He was gone, and life had to go on. There were things that needed to be taken care of. Her lawyer had been glad to hear she had decided to keep the diner, but find someone else to manage it. The thought of The Road Kill Grill is what motivated her to turn the mustang into the police station, enter, and ask to speak to Officer Levi. At least that's what she told herself. It was strictly business.
A bran muffin was slowly being picked apart by large uncaring fingers as Levi sat in his usual place behind his desk with his booted feet resting on top of it. Muffin crumbs fell from his hands and landed on the front of his shirt where the bored cop brushed them off and continued poking at his pastry.
He hadn't been on shift long, and as soon as he felt like it, he'd gather his jacket and head out on the streets. There were probably far more exciting things to be doing than eating a bran muffin and procrastinating paperwork. He'd heard from Shinkewicz that Green Day was in town and figured he'd go offer his services as riot control and maybe get in a free concert to boot. But then again, a leisurely drive up and down the strip sounded just fine, too.
A large chunk of muffin was pulled off and Levi popped it into his mouth when his phone intercom buzzed. "Lieutenant, there's someone here to see you," the receptionist buzzed. Levi popped the pad of his thumb into his mouth to clean off muffin debris before pushing the button. "Send them in," he responded before he leaned lazily back in his chair with his feet back on the desk, half a muffin resting atop his stomach.
Chloe was shown the door to Levi's office. She gave it a gentle knock and then stepped inside. She smiled nervously, noticing the muffin on his stomach. Obviously she hadn't been disturbing him, she thought. She wasn't sure whether she should be upset or not. Was he still working on her father's case?
"I thought the police preferred donuts," she teased him gently. She saw the chair opposite his desk and sunk into it, her hands clutched nervously in her lap.
For some strange reason, Levi had expected Grace to be the one who had come to see him, hopefully with news about that Lance kid. Then again, Grace wasn't one for paying visits. She usually phoned.
( Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. )
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