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☸ Dana Klein ☸

She listened, nodding every now and then to show that she understood. It was strange, but she guess that it made sense. After all, some rich people liked their children to be taught by the best tutors, not at some stuffy boarding school. She stiffened at the question, looking up at Roy with slightly narrowed eyes. "Over 86 percent of Danes speak English as a second language. We're raised speaking it, as well as Danish. In my case, I learned English, Danish and German growing up." Dana settled her head back down, eyes closed and trying to get comfortable again. "So, you're a politician in training?"

☸ Dana Klein ☸

She sighed through her nose, more confused than she was when they first got tossed into the jail cell. "You're not going to tell me anything about it, are you?" asked Dana, glancing upwards at the man.

☸ Dana Klein ☸

She sighed through her nose, then nodded and relaxed against him. "Okay, only I'm a girl." Dana smiled to herself. "I know sometimes its hard to tell, but I really am a girl." She giggled a little, then relaxed once again. She was way too tired now to really put up a fight about her gender.

☸ Dana Klein ☸

Unlike Roy, Dana had slept decently well using his shoulders as a pillow. She stretched her arms behind her back, reaching out and clasping them together until her shoulder cracked. She groaned very quietly in contentedness at the relief, bending to reach her toes to stretch her back out. Standing upright, Dana folded the coat over one arm and stood beside him, looking up as he suggested getting breakfast. She thought for a minute, then set her hand on her own flat stomach. Food sounded good, she thought as her stomach rumbled loudly. "Sounds like a great idea to me," she answered, holding out the coat for him to take. It was a little cooler outside since it was morning, but soon enough, it would get hot again.
Walking over to the policeman by the door, she set a hand on her hip and held out her hand, waiting for her effects. He held out her phone, wallet, keys, and her watch, stuffing her things into her pocket before snapping her watch on. She turned to Roy, hands reaching into her back pockets. "So where are we going, Reichen?" she asked, her new nickname for him a little joke for her.

☸ Dana Klein ☸

Dana spotted the look in his eyes. It was a look that she herself knew well and had seen in her own time and time again. She wanted to ask about it, but found herself challenged instead. An eating contest? Did he not know who she was? Oh well, at least he would lose without dignity. That outta bring him down a peg or two. She shook her head, cheeks blush an embarrassed pretty pink. "I
m not that big a fan of breakfast foods. Besides, that's so much money! I'm just a college student, I can't afford that!" She was silent a moment, then pressed her hands together and smiled. "How's about if we go to the diner and have a hot dog eating contest? A food I like, and a fighting chance?"
Dana nodded as an officer opened the door for them, leaning a little on the doorway and looking up at Roy. "I know there's a diner by the school. It's a twenty minute walk, but well worth it, and it's close to the candy shop."

Dexter Olsen



"Hey, pay attention!"

It was such a quiet day at the precinct. There hadn't been that many calls on disturbances, that moron Eun-Ho was out of town, Detective Waltz was off with his family or something, it was nice. That is, until a loud, male voice shouted just outside the doors.
"Incoming!"
A young teen was tossed through the front doors, landing with a thud on the hard linoleum. He groaned, struggling to push himself up, only for his collar to be yanked upwards by the man who threw him. Tall, handsome, and smoking a cigarette, Dexter grinned and lifted the beer in his other hand. "Guess who I found behind the school, chugging this?" he said, nodding at one of the men he knew decently well. "Hey Johnny, can you take care of this brat for me?" he asked, only for the man to shake his head, explain that he was busy, and scurry away.
Dexter asked four more policemen, all busy and working on different cases. They didn't want to deal with the paperwork needed for underage drinking, not after such a nice day! The teacher, impatient and late, nearly crushed the beer in his hand. "Someone better get this f-cking brat taken care of!" he barked.

"I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!"

Dexter Olsen



"Hey, pay attention!"

Dexter blinked at the short blonde, almost tempted to smack him for yelling back. The accusation, however, soon trumped his irritation. "I don't drink, short-stack!" he grunted. "Especially not so close to my workplace. What kind of teacher would I be?" He shook his head, about say something else about the lack of manners in the department, when he felt the side of his face punched. It didn't hurt, he barely registered it, but he knew who did it.
His neck audibly creaked as he turned to look down at the kid who had been trying to grab at the beer, having wriggled out of his grip. Scared, the boy raised his fist to try for another punch, this time to get out, only to be hit by a blur and fly to the ground, sufficiently knocked out by Dexter's smoking fist.
The teacher tossed the beer can into a trash can, then reached down for the boy. Picking him up, he tossed him onto the short blonde, irritated more than before. "I didn't come here to deal with drunk teens and disrespectful midgets like you, Blondie. This boy was drinking on school property for the sixth time this month, so I took action. And what do I get? A rude-a-s brat like yourself accusing me of drinking and no one taking this kid from me! Now you better deal with this or so help me God, I'll tie you up in so much litigation, your grandchildren will need lawyers!" He snarled, a few young policemen nearby instantly wishing that their cool, calm detective was there to calm down the teacher.

"I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!"