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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

This RP takes place on Saturday 18th July 2015.

Skylar:
This is what I live for. Well… I’m not exactly living, I’m unloving but whatever. Same difference if you ask me. I’m still here. Still performing.
I never thought I’d be on stage without Dillon. Well, one day maybe but certainly not this soon. Greg’s a pretty good replacement but he’s no Dillon. We don’t have the same working relationship. Not yet at least, but I’m sure it’ll come. I did not forget how good this feels. This is the first outing for the new Electric Lies but we’re rocking it. At least I think so.
At least the focus is on me. Like it should be. I don’t much trust Greg with the duet’s yet. Missing by Flyleaf is what we’re playing. I don’t mind this kind of stuff. It’s kinda fitting really. Something is missing; Dillon.

Ric:
I hate people. I hate crowds even more. There are a lot of issues with crowds, especially when alcohol is involved. Skylar wouldn't agree, but I know it to be a fact. A person under the influence, unless you're my wife, is tolerable and manageable. Dozens of people under the influence? Impossible to manage. But, I come, even if I'm hidden in shadows and no one knows I'm here. Not even my wife. I told her I would come for the big reveal of their new band member, I just didn't say when. Or for how long I'd stay either. I move away from the main area of the performance stage because people are crowding it hard and heavy and go off to the side

Skylar:
Okay, so a dive bar isn’t the best place to kick-start our new line-up but I don’t much care what we play so long as we play. I’m really enjoying myself and I’m pretty sure it shows. I love to perform. I love it even more now I can feed off the energy of the audience. Mix that with my siren-esque power and yeah. Fan-*******-tastic.
I’m not counting on Ric showing up. I know he loves me and stuff but yeah, crowds, not his thing. It’s a shame really. I mean he’s seen me busking and rehearsing and stuff but on stage with the guys is where the real magic happens. You can’t beat playing with a band.
Aside from the energy of the audience I don’t pay much attention to what’s being said. I mean I have my performance to think about. So I don’t hear one of my exes – if you can call a guy you slept with once while inebriated an ex – saying to his friend that he’s been there and done that. His friend had told him he’d “tap that” so the guy is clearly boasting. Honestly, I don’t recognise a single face in the crowd. Oops.

Ric:
I don't hear what people are saying. Not at first. I'm more focused on the music and my wife. What she's doing. And the new guy in her band. I don't know him and she doesn't really even know him. So I trust him as far as my hand to my elbow. But he's playing what he's supposed to, so maybe I trust him from my finger tips to my elbow. I don't even see him looking at Skylar. No, I'm not one of those husbands, the jealous type, I am the informed and alert type. If there's something I need to alert her about, I will. Though, she would say I'm being jealous probably. I hear someone say something about how he's banged my wife on the hood of a car in some alley, and I'm honestly not surprised. I know the type of woman Skylar was, but I can't help and look in his direction as he gloats about it to one of his friends and even mentions some things that are starting to irritate me. And then he talks about trying to get her plastered and get with her again after the show. I stare at him, even though he doesn't know I am

Skylar:
It’s easy to miss Ric in the audience since he’s invisible and all that. It’s easy to miss the guy bragging about what we’ve done and what he wants to do with me tonight to. Had I of heard that I’d of made a show thanking my hubby for his support or something between songs. We’ve moved on now and we’re playing Linkin Park’s ‘Somewhere I belong’.
I kinda wish I knew the jackass in the audience was boasting about getting me wasted and stuff. I mean yeah, it’s not exactly a feat to get me drunk or anything, but good luck getting me to fool around. I’m wicked strong these days so there’s not a chance in hell he can force himself on me and even blitzed I seem to be able to remember I’m married. Go me! Monogamy never really was my thing. Not because I couldn’t be faithful, but because the guys never lasted all that long. I got bored easy. Still get bored easy. But I’m not bored of Ricky. Not by a long shot. Thankfully he seems to feel the same about me. Well it’s that or I’m now a part of his routine and he does love his routine.

Ric:
I know my wife can tell the guy to shove whatever up his 'arse,' if he would come on to her and try to get her plastered, so I'm not overly worried about it. Still, I'm staring at the two guys as one keeps on going, spilling out every single detail of the one time on the hood of his car with my wife. Now, again, I know about her past and sure, Skylar could be a little slutty, but maybe I don't mind that. She doesn't mind dressing up like a nurse for me, so I figure a little bit of bad, slutty girl isn't that bad. But when he goes a little too far, by not only talking about what they did, but being derogatory about it, I can't help but lock my steely gaze on him. My hands clench together four times as I try and calm myself down, but the damage was already done. The guy was a dick. A dick that thought he could maybe get a two for one deal with his friend if Skylar got '****-faced,' enough. I stride over in their direction, my shoulders brushing against people I don't care about as a fist raises up and slams hard in the jaw of the guy perving on my wife. His buddy reacts accordingly and starts swinging back in my direction. He hits my gut, but it doesn't faze me. I've been shot more than enough times before. A punch from a human doesn't even register with me. "What the hell, man?"
The guy on the floor blubbers out as he scrambles to get up and starts doing some sloppy punches in my direction. He sure could talk a lot of ****, but judging by his swings, he couldn't back it up. So, I focus on his friend, the one with the better aim, and flick my wrist in his direction, letting the shadows do my dirty work for me. They hit him in his gut, searing through his shirt and the superficial layer of his skin. It stings like a *****, and keeps him out and lying on the ground for a couple rounds

Skylar:
When a fight kicks off in the crowd I’m confused. When I realise Ric’s involved I pause. The music stops. Well, I stop, and then the guys follow suit. My first thought – wrongly perhaps – is that Ric’s here. I’m kinda thrilled about that. The second thought, what the **** is he doing? I pull my guitar over my head and shove it at Greg. Dillon would have had it in his hands before I even tried to hand it off, Greg not so much. I jump off the stage and run towards the brawling men.
“Woah! Hold up! Stop it!”
I’m not sure if they’ll listen to me but I have to try. I kinda, sorta, maybe don’t mind watching Ric kick arse. He’s all kinds of delicious when he lets his darker side show. Still, I can’t let him do his vamp thing here in human central.
I want the guys attacking Ric to stop, cos if they stop, he might stop and I accidentally pacify the guy I haven’t ever met. Only this doesn’t work to get him to stop attacking Ric until I step between them and pretty much steal his attention. Great just what I wanted, not. I’m now being hit on by some creep. Still. Beats being hit by the creep.
“What the ****. No. I don’t want to get a drink with you. Get your hands off me.”
I shove the guy away and glare at him. Apparently everyone in the bar is watching us. By their expressions this sort of thing isn’t exactly out of the ordinary. They’re watching us like this is some sort of soap opera.

Ric:
I don't even know what's going on, but Skylar is in between me and the guy who was going to get a trip to the hospital. Maybe one way. And he's hitting on her. What the ****? It's like he doesn't even care I'm here anymore. I don't exist. I just stop and stare, because I've never seen anything like this before. Someone ignoring the imminent danger and threat for a piece of ***. Is this basic human nature, or is this guy just not right in the head? It would be interesting to do a case study, but now he's grabbing at my wife after she's told him no. This is why I don't like the idea of drinking. I pull my fist back again to connect it to the guy's gut, mirroring him, only my punch packed some heat, unlike his. But his friend, the original **** gets off the ground and back in the game. Something connects with the back of my head and shatters. I see dark colored shards of glass coming over the top of my head. Beer bottle. I might not drink, but I've seen those around a lot. Especially since dating Skylar. I turn around to focus on the other guy, but I'm hit again with a bar stool. In my face. It sends me back into my wife, mostly because it was unexpected. We go tumbling to the ground together.

Skylar:
I don’t expect Ric to hit the guy again but he does. Suddenly this all feels pretty familiar, personal even. I’ve been the cause of a few fist fights in my time but I’ve never tried to break one up before. Never had anyone in the middle of one I actually care about. Yeah. Yeah. I’m supposed to be the nice girl but as a human I couldn’t do jack. What was the point of me stepping into a fight I could only get hurt in.
“Seriously! What th…”
I get knocked to the ground and while I don’t mind being pinned by my other half now really isn’t the time. I just about manage to stop myself from landing on my face. I roll over, laugh and try to get up. It’s not all that difficult with guy number two giving me a helping hand and all. I look to Ric.
“Erm… babe… I think we should get out of h…”
“Freeze!”
Great. Too late. Someone called the cops. I’m so far from impressed it’s not funny. We can’t be being pulls in cells and **** overnight. Come sunrise I’ll resemble the corpse I am. Probably get put in the morgue or something. ****. I really don’t fancy waking up cold and naked in an oversized garbage bag. Still. Might be fun to see the look I get when I free myself and try to leave. I can’t help the smirk on my lips at the thought of that. Not really the time for mirth but meh. It’s not my fault my imagination ran away with itself.

Ric:
"Get off my wife." I slap the guy's hand away as he tried to help her up. He says something back, but I don't really care to try and decipher what it was he said. Not when the other guy is coming at me strong. I stick a quick foot out to try and connect it with his shin and it does. He goes down, with the assistance of a cop and I'm being helped up by a cop. ****. Just great. "Let go of me, man." I shrug the cop off, or try to, but his hold is strong and he's leading me away from the other guy as he's being led away from me. Skylar's getting manhandled by another cop, "She didn't do anything, Hey! I said she didn't do anything." I don't know if the cop that has Skylar detained is intentionally ignoring me, or genuinely can't hear me with the crowd around the fight area still worked up as it was.

Skylar:
I huff and blow at the hair in my face as I try to clear my vision. I can hear Ric clear as day but I don’t think the guy holding my hands behind my back can. Fantastic. I didn’t know the local PD had such a good response time. Maybe they were hanging out at a coffee shop down the road when the call came in. I look to the guys and shrug as I’m led outside. Steve’s laughing and trying to assure Greg that this is all par for the course. Which actually. It kinda is. I don’t have a rap sheet cos my parents have been super good at getting the charges against me dropped. I mean it’s not like I’ve ever been caught shoplifting or anything. I’m usually hauled in for public acts of indecency. I’m usually so out of it they just let me sleep it off or hand me over into my parents’ custody. Don’t think that will be the case this time. But hey, this time I really am innocent.
“Look. I was trying to stop them from fighting. I mean ****. Do I look like the sort that gets into bar fights?”
Okay. Admittedly. Not the best argument but I don’t have a scratch on me. My hair’s just a mess from being knocked down. Though honestly this is the style and it didn’t look much better when I was up on stage.

Ric:
The cop that has me doesn't listen or care about what I'm saying. He just wants to get me away from the fight as the other guy, the one who tried to crack my head open with a bar stool kept seething like a Rottweiler dog, talking about taking me down and out. Who knew he had it in him. "Sir, do you understand what I'm telling you?" I look at the cop and blink. I've read enough books to know what he's talking about. My rights. I'm not saying ****. "Do you think you need immediate medical attention?" I frown and then shake my head. Why would I need medical attention? "Nah. He hits like a *****." I say before he drags me outside, Skylar dealing with her own mess. I just knew I should have flaked out. Me and large crowds always end up badly.

Skylar:
I know I shouldn’t laugh but when I hear Ric talk to the cop I can’t help myself. I’m not getting anywhere with my would-be jailor. I’m beginning to think I’ve lost my charm. That is until we get outside. The guy has me stand against the car and give my account of events. Scumbag number 2 is telling them I’m innocent. I’m not sure he’s all that convincing though cos he keeps stopping to tell me I’m pretty and that he wants to buy me a drink. I look to Ric. He’s bleeding. I can smell it more than see it. I hope the cops don’t look too closely, cos well… shadow blood and all that.
“Look. I never threw a punch or nothing. I tried to get between the guys… No. I don’t know what they were fighting about… I was on stage… Erm, I was the entertainment. I’m with the band… Seriously? The **** if I know… Sorry. I know I should watch my language but well you’re being a… Fine.”
I huff and fold my arms. I’m lucky the cop cut me off before I called him a dick. I’m not sure if verbal abuse can get me in trouble or not. It’s not like I’ve been drinking. I also don’t know if I should tell the cops Ric’s my husband. I mean it’s bound to come out. They probably heard Ric calling me his wife but then again, I’m not entirely sure at what point they turned up before they yelled at us to freeze.

Ric:
I'm already starting to plan my escape. If I'm going to do it, the best time is to do it now. Before they book me and figure out who I am. Only, that left one problem. My wife. And she didn't seem to be having any better luck than I was. I could always summon her home. That seemed like a good idea. Only, they've already landed me in the squad car. These guys weren't playing around. Well, ****. New plan. Only, I don't have one. I can't teleport Skylar away. I'm already in the car and summoning her to me would open up something I'm just not going to do. So, for now, it looks like I'm a sitting duck.

Skylar:
Official statement. That’s what they say they want from me. But damn if I have anything worth hearing to say. I saw the fight, jumped off stage and got knocked on my arse when my husband landed on me. Yep. Nothing else to say. Might leave out the husband part. Got knocked on my arse when the cute guy got shoved into me. Yep. Much better.
I wink at Ric as I’m shoved into another car. They didn’t cuff me so that’s good. Maybe I can give them my statement and then figure out how to get Ric out of this. I’m pretty sure he can poof himself home but that’s gonna raise one too many questions. Then we have to get his record. Maybe mine too. Depends if they believe me. Guess I best try and turn on the charm.

Ric:
I don't really know how jail works. Would we be in the same cell? Or do they separate boys from girls? Would I be in my own space? If they put me in that space with any of those guys, it won't end well for either one of them. And me. How do you explain that they're dead when it's just the three of us and I'm the last guy standing. ****. I could strangle my wife. I know it's not her fault, but this is what I get for doing the supportive thing. I'm pretty sure this will be the last time I go out to support her. Because I'll either be in jail, or I'm just not going to go. Another perk of being married. I sigh and sit back to enjoy the ride.

Skylar:
Booking doesn’t usually take long and while they said they only want my statement they still took the contents of my pocket too. I think the douchebag one told them me and Ric are married. Guess they’ll figure that out for themselves the moment they check my ID. Oh well. They never asked. I didn’t tell. Not like I lied or nothing. I did my best to chat the cops up on the way over but either these guys are good at their jobs or they’re gay. I find door number one a little too hard to believe so… gay it is. I grin to myself as I sign the slip of paper stating that the stuff they took is mine and practically walk myself to the interview room. I may have been here before. I kinda hope Ric hasn’t worked that out yet but he’s a smart cookie.

Ric:
"I better get that back. All of it." I tell them as they put my stuff in a box. I probably look like a sketchy character. I mean, I have a switch blade on me, then a pocket knife and a dagger. The processing cop looks at me and I stare. "What? I heard about the claims of vampires. Not taking any chances, man." He looks at me like I'm either an idiot, or I'm crazy, but at least they aren't initially thinking 'serial killer.' I'm pushed in the direction of a room to talk and I think to myself, good luck. I don't do the talking thing.

Skylar:
I kinda love the sound heels make in this hallway. I’ve never been in a place like this in heels before. Certainly helps me draw attention, though I don’t think that’s necessarily a good thing. They took my statement. Fat lot of good it will do them, it’s not like I was standing next to Ric when the guys jumped him. That’s what I told the cops. Almost word for word actually, even though I’m pretty sure Ric started whatever that was. I have no doubt he’d of finished it too given the chance. Yep. That’s my guy. Gotta love him. Now. To work on getting Ric out of here.
Okay so being Ric has taught me a few things. Firstly, act like you belong and people will assume you do. Kinda learnt that from stealing hospital scrubs. We’ve had people walk in on us before and while zapping our way in works, it’s best to walk out the front door if we can to economise on Ric’s magical mojo. So yeah. That’s rule one. Rule two, **** knows. I’m not sure we got that far and it’s not like I’d ever considered walking around a police station before. I sign for my stuff, check I have everything, get it all squared away and then head for the exit. I need to get back in this place but I’m not sure how. I’m starting to wonder how hard it would be to get my hands on a uniform. I’m still a good girl. I swear. I’m just a good girl with a badass boy, who right now is probably doing his best to antagonise his captors. Or maybe not. He might be trying to stare them down. If that’s the case I don’t much like his chances.
I look over the noticeboard on my way out. They have pictures of some of the new recruits, who’s in charge and stuff. I don’t look for long, but long enough to memorise a few faces, for the short term at least. I really need to get back inside and quick before Ric does something vamp-ish and gets his arse in trouble. Whatever I do it’s gotta be soon, else they’re gonna have a nurse give him the once over and that pretty much be game over for us.

Ric:
I'm sitting at a table in a room at a table with two guys in front of me They're pretty much playing good cop, bad cop. I've read about it in a few of those books I picked up a few years back. I'm not saying anything, but I do raise a brow when one of the cops tells me that the other guy says this whole thing started because of me. I threw the first punch. That they were going to get me on a few charges. That I wasn't going to go anywhere. I'm pretty much stuck. If I stay here, obviously things were going to get found out. Potentially both the vampire thing and who knew about the serial killer thing. If I left, I'd be a fugitive. I wonder if I could teleport out before day and then teleport back in at night? "Actually man, he's not wrong." I start out with a shrug as I put a foot up. "I saw him selling drugs to a kid. I don't get down with that stuff, do you? I was doing the good Samaritan thing. I should be the one with a badge in here, not you two clowns." They looked at each other from the side, wondering if my story could be true. I don't tell them anything else to have them believe it wasn't.

Skylar:
I need a uniform and I can’t get back in the precinct without one. I can’t really get back in there as me but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Uniform first. If I pull that off I’ll dye my hair or something. ****. I’ll cut it if I have to. Not that I know what I’ll do if I get in there. Me. A cop. Yeah right. Like that’s believable. Still. Needs must and all that.
There aren’t all that many female cops from what I saw on the noticeboard. I guess women aren’t all that much into that kind of thing. Too much violence maybe? Fear of breaking a nail? I dunno. Maybe they just don’t have as high a tolerance to scumbags or something. Not really the issue. Focus Skylar. Focus. Uniform.
Okay. So my plan is lame. There’s a coffee shop around the corner and having walked the block I know it’s a cop hangout cos I saw a few in there. I also noticed a few around the back of the precinct taking a smoke break. They have camera’s set up outside there though, so that’s kind of a bust. So coffee shop it is. I kinda wish I had a bottle of chloroform handy but well… I read an article about it once and it said it doesn’t actually work like it does in the movies for knocking people out. Basically I’m screwed and I’m going to have to take the hands on approach. I hope I can figure out how to strangle someone to the point of making them fall unconscious, as opposed to actually killing them… cos that… that would be bad.
I hang out in the coffee shop for around twenty minutes before I see a female officer come in. Thankfully Sapphire arrived a few minutes ago so I won’t have to worry about doing this alone. Maybe. She’s not exactly a thinker but she can follow orders well enough. Especially if I keep things short and simple. Basically… she’s going to spill some coffee on the woman and hopefully that will force the cop to go to the bathroom to clean up.
I cross my fingers and watch…

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Ric:
One of the cops gets up after they give each other a sidelong look for about a minute, and leaves the room. I'm sure he'll check my story somehow, but for right now, it got me alone in the room with just one cop. "I think the guy was talking about something called, 'D?' No, that's not right. 'P?'" I shake my head and then snap my fingers. "'E'" That's what it was called. He said he had some 'E' on him. Isn't that those little pills? The white ones?" I sit back and get comfy. I'll talk **** all night long before they get anything useful out of me.

Skylar:
Okay so that worked and I’m in the bathroom before the cop. I’m not good at the stealthy stuff but I’d timed it so there would be no other women in here. There’s only two stalls though so there’s not exactly a lot of room. Though it could be worse. There could only be a single stall, which would mean my plan would be screwed as the bathroom would be for one person only.
I have to knock the woman out somehow. I know this. Only… well… I wasn’t exactly expecting the night to go this way, so I don’t have a weapon handy. I should always have had a weapon handy. Ric would be so disappointed. I shake my head. I’m really going to have to hope I can choke the woman into unconsciousness without killing her. And without her seeing me.
I peak through the side of the stall and watch the woman in the mirror. I’m not sure what I’m waiting for. Permission maybe? That would be stupid. Thankfully what she sees coming for her, will resemble a zombie from the movies. Note to self; do not look at myself in the mirror.
This is going to suck.
I’m on the woman before she can turn to look at me and my focus is entirely on the sound of her heartbeat. Sapphire is watching the door, so if someone tries to come in they’ll find the door blocked. It doesn’t take long for the woman to succumb to the force of the arm around her throat. When she goes limp, I lower her body to the floor.
This is bad…

Ric:
The other cop returns and whispers something in the ear of his comrade. The guy leans forward with a shake of his head and then clears his throat before talking. "The guy you falsely accused of possessing and selling the narcotic ecstasy is clean. Other than being drunk, there's nothing on him, he claims he doesn't do it or sell it and his friends say the same thing. A urine sample will tell us which one of you is telling the truth, mind you." I shrug. "It's what I heard. Though, it was a little loud in there. Maybe he said he had to pee." I smirk a little.

Skylar:
Okay so she’s not dead. Still breathing. I stare at her for a few moments. Like really stare at her. I mean yeah I may have slapped a few people in my time but this is a line I’ve never crossed before. Thankfully the zombie in the mirror won’t be identifiable – if she saw me that was.
I make quick work of stripping her out of her stuff, not realising that my appearance has changed. I strip myself out of my clothes and slip into hers. I barely notice my body isn’t my own because I’m too busy watching the unconscious female. I had Sapphire grab some supplies on her way over but still, I’m not sure about using any of that. Should I really leave the woman, bound, gagged and locked in a stall in her underwear? Usually the answer would be no. But I need to get to Ric before he does something stupid. Not that my guy is stupid. I just have no idea what he’s planning and if he’s out yet or not. God. I could go through all of this and find he’s gone.
I tell Sapphire I’m ready and she turns to look at me, shrieking momentarily before I clap my hands over her mouth. Great. Not only was my guy gonna be the death of me, I was picking up his bad habits. It takes a few moments for her to calm down, her eyes going wide as I try and calm her down. Eventually I allow her to speak and she tells me I look like the cop. Well that’s a bonus. Unfortunately I probably don’t sound much like her. Oh and the uniform still shows a little of the coffee on it. Well, it’s wet.
I leave Sapphire in the stall with the cop. We put a blindfold on her so she wouldn’t see who was holding her and the woman has the instruction to knock her out by any means possible if she comes around. To make sure I give her as much time as possible I kinda, maybe, sorta, banged her head into the wall. Gently for me. I’d really rather not kill her.
Time to test my acting skills…

Ric:
The 'good' cop sighs. I'm clearly testing his limits tonight. He probably wants to do something more productive, but can't until I either confess, everyone tells the same story, or they find something incriminating on the other guy. The 'bad cop' senses his partners frustration and stands. "Come on." He says to me as he moves around the table, grabs an arm and more or less makes me stand with him. I won't attempt to resist because that's an automatic go to jail card, but I do take my time. Which annoys the cop, so he gives me a little shove. One that's forceful. "Maybe after you sleep off your shenanigans, you'll be a little more cooperative." He pounds on the door and a cop, not a detective, but a cop in uniform comes in. "Take him out of here." He says as the cop starts to put a hand around my other arm and leads me out of the room.

Skylar:
I walk through the café and try to recall if I heard the woman speak as I make my way to the precinct. When I get there no-one seems to question anything and the guy behind the desk buzzes me in. I nod to him and go to check the paperwork. He eyes me. This is probably not something this woman would usually do but **** it. I don’t have time to mess around. I smile at him and make my way to the cells. First I have to have a private conversation with the two guys Ric was fighting. I convince them that they need to shut up. I tell them that the guy they attacked has contacts and if he can get them in there, he can get them anywhere. It’s almost funny, cos it’s true. Once I’ve basically scared the living daylights out them both - mainly by pinning them to the wall and almost choking them to death – they agree to drop any charges, take the blame and pay for any damages. I’m that good.
That done, I have to spring Ric. I go to do the paperwork for that first. Well, I go and get the guy on duty to do it. I explain what’s what in as few words as possible and when he asks about my voice, I tell him I have a cold. That could be true. I tell him no-one is pressing charges and the two drunks are taking the blame and want to pay for damages. They also need a nigh in the cells to sleep off the drink. Roderic is free to go.
Now to get Ric out of the interview room I’ve been told he’s in.

Ric:
"Make sure to get Med to take a look at his injury before you book him in." One of the two guys say as I'm lead out of the interview room. "You know, I'm feeling alright. I think that blow to my head knocked some sense into me." I shrug, but he's not buying it as we turn down a corridor that says 'Medical Bay," painted on the wall. The other way leads to the holding cells apparently. I wonder how Skylar's panning out during all this, but there's no way for me to know. "So you like being close with men, eh? I mean, you're always working with them. You like doing the body checks?" I'm shoved harder with a "Shut up," accompanied with it as we get closer to the medical bay. Well, ****.

Skylar:
Ric’s being led out of the interview room by the time I reach him. I’m not really sure what’s happening. I’m pretty sure the guy escorting him out ranks me. Or the woman I look like anyways. I can’t help but smile at Ric as he’s ushered past me. I look so different. Dark hair, olive skin, a little shorter, more well-rounded. This girl is pretty well stacked when it comes to the ta tas.
I casually stalk the guys back the way I just came and can’t help but feel relief when I see where they are heading. The officer or detective or whoever will just drop him off at medical and I’ll be free to walk in and declare there’s been a mistake.

Ric:
Some chick smiles at me and I just stare right back at her. I don't smile. Why should I? I don't know her. And she's a cop. "Take a picture." I tell the woman as I keep being ushered down the hall and past her. We finally get to the medical bay and the guy gives the nurse the low down on what needs to be looked at. And they're told to keep an eye on me. Something about being a punk. It's probably true. I haven't been overly helpful. Not that I think any criminal should be helpful. It's what these assholes get paid to do. Figure things out. He leaves me on a bench while the nurse gloves up and gets ready to look at my wound.

Skylar:
I wait till the coast is clear and then knock on the door before I enter. I still can’t get over Ric giving me attitude in the hall. He’s so ******* cute. So this is how people find themselves in situations like this. Well, maybe not exactly like this, but like crossing lines they never thought they would.
“They need you in the cells. Two guys having trouble breathing. I’ll keep an eye on him.” I’m trying not to sound like me. I’m talking like I have a sore throat or something. “Cold,” I explain in case she knows the woman who’s face I’m borrowing. Touching my throat to try and sell it. I think she bought it as she tells me to come see her at the end of my shift as she leaves the room.
We really don’t have time for me to wind Ric up but I can’t help myself. I lean against the wall, cross my arms over my ample bosom and eye him up in such an obvious manner that even Ric couldn’t fail to notice I was checking him out. Besides I wasn’t really lying. The drunken idiots probably would have bruises on their throats by now, so we may have a little time to play.
“About that picture… You want to take your shirt off?”

Ric:
There's that woman again. The one that was smiling at me like an idiot. I cross my arms at my chest and just stare at her. I don't care who she is, what her rank is, she doesn't intimidate me. A slow smile etches up on the corners of my lips as my lips part. "You show me yours, and I'll show you mine." I'm sure she won't do it, because let's face it, she's got more to lose than I do.

Skylar:
Yeah. Not what I expected and I have to fight the urge to place my hands on my hips, huff and then berate him. Instead I decide to pop a few buttons and see what he does. He’s an arse but he’s my arse. So maybe I’m flashing him someone else’s body but well… still me… kinda.

Ric:
I didn't expect her to follow through. "They teach that at the police academy?" I ask her, reminding the woman what was at stake here. Her job. Unless this place really is going down the corruption drain like I've read in the newspaper as I walk the city streets at night. "Look. My story isn't changing. I heard what I heard. No amount of tits or *** is going to make me change my tune. You're wasting your time, lady."

Skylar:
I laugh and probably give myself away, since Ric should be more than familiar with the melodic tone of my mirth. I shake my head as I start to do my buttons back up.
“The **** if I know what they teach in the police academy. Now get your arse over here before whatever mojo I’m working wears off.”
I wink at my boy and watch to see what his reaction is and whether or not he’ll actually believe his ears, cos Ric’s the suspicious sort and might just think this is some sort of trap.

Ric:
I hear her laugh and I just stare. "What the? " I stand up mostly because my eyes are seeing someone else but my ears are hearing Skylar. "How did you? " I ask as I approach her. "How are we getting out?" I'm actually impressed Skylar devised a plan and it's actually working.

Skylar:
I grin at Ric. He’s a lot more willing to believe his ears than I thought he would be.
“The **** if I know what happened. I was just gonna steal the uniform and hope someone mistook me for a new recruit. But this is better right? And I was planning on you walking out the front door. We need to get you booked out before that nurse comes back.”
I check my pockets for cuff keys, so I can spring the hubby. I’m pretty sure he needs the cuffs off before we take him to the front desk to be processed out. I’ll let the guy on duty do the paper work. Then I’ll wait till Ric’s out the door so I can grab our paperwork. With any luck they’ll think they’ve misplaced it and with the other guys taking the blame they hopefully won’t care that they can’t find our stuff.

Ric:
"Well, let's see how it goes " I say as I stand in front of her, still in disbelief. I've never heard of anything like that before. What Skylar was doing, but it seemed to be working so far. "Come on. " I want to get out of here before it's too late. I'm not sure what my past actually includes, anything under seventeen is protected. But not anything over that and there was one or two things when I had become an adult. ..I grab Skylar's hand and tug her to the door with me. I stop and give her a kiss. "Keep the cuffs for later." That could have meant anything, really. For her or someone else. Like a next potential victim. I wait for her to open the door and take charge of our great escape.

Skylar:
I squeeze his hand and am surprised that he kisses me while I look like this. If I can figure out what I did and get control of this power, we could possibly try that sexual roleplay thing again as this would take it to a whole new level. I can’t really be jealous of myself… right? ****, the churning of my stomach says that maybe I can. I’ll think about that later.
“You didn’t to even say it. I was ahead of you on that one. I actually have two pairs now.”
I turn my hip to flash him the set on my belt, before I add this second set to the other side.
“Right babe. Time to play the perp. Let’s get you out of here.”
I drop his hand and step into the hallway, ready to lead him to the front desk. When we get there I put on the voice of someone who is ill again and touch my throat for effect. I’ve told the guy that Ric’s free to go and watch him as sets about getting his release sorted. I can’t help but smirk as I see the weaponry handed back to him. Those guys in the cells got off lucky, my guy is deadly.

Ric:
Two pairs of handcuffs. I'm pretty sure Skylar is thinking of using them for other things, but I'm still excited about the possibilities of them. She gets herself together and we're headed down the hall and I stare at the back of her head as she tries to disguise her voice. That actually works? I'll remember that if I ever get the power to do what she is doing now. The possibilities would be endless. Papers are set before me and I sign whatever needs to be signed and finally given my things back. I count them twice to make sure I have every item I came in here with. "Looks good. Did you guys polish this?" I ask as I stuff the switch blade back in the pocket of my jeans. "Been fun boys." I sounded like Skylar there for a minute, so I look at my wife, who wasn't my wife and decide to make lewd comments at her. Got to be fair to all the cops, pretend or otherwise, right? "Hey baby, if you ever decide to go for the bad boys instead of the good, I'm your guy." I do this thing with my tongue that goes alone with being lewd that I've seen on tv once or twice before I book it out of there and leave Skylar to wrap up whatever business she needs to before coming home.

Skylar:
I stand there with my arms folded across my chest and supress a giggle as he flirts with me before leaving. He’s no Casanova but he’s mine and I love him. I’m pretty sure he knows I have a thing for bad boys too from what he says, even if he is taking to a female cop. I roll my eyes and pretend not to be interested, which is a little harder to pull off when all you wanna do is jump a guy.
I wait till Ric is gone and then I set about the task of gathering our files before the information can be entered into the computer. With a little luck, no-one will care it goes it missing. It’s not the first time I think this and it probably won’t be the last. I have to hope Ric is waiting for me outside too. I’m sure he’ll stalk me from the shadows or something till it’s safe to show himself. At which point I plan to ask him if he wants me to keep the uniform too. He likes me in scrubs, so this might turn him on too. That or I might need it for future felonies.

Ric:
I head home to put my things away and give Skylar some time to do whatever she needs to do. Before I go too far from the station, I summon Daegal to me and tell him to keep an eye out for a particular police woman. When he sees her, he'll tell her I'm at home, but by then I might have already summoned her home. I don't care where she is, or what she's doing at the time, I want those handcuffs and I want to see what she has in store for doing with them. I doubt we have the same ideas, but I'm never bored with her ideas, even if I think they might be a little strange at first. I give Skylar thirty minutes and then she's at home with me on the couch. In my lap. "Going to arrest me, officer?" I say with a straight face as I stare at her.

Skylar:
I don’t waste any time grabbing what I need and getting the **** out of dodge. I head back to the café and knock on the door to the stall Sapphire and the – hopefully still unconscious – cop are occupying. We cut her free, take the ties with us and leave her to wake and/or be discovered.
I was a little miffed Ric took off but kinda touched he sent Casper to wait for me and let me know what he’d done. I’m pretty sure we’ve gotten away with this, but it’s not until I’m seated in his lap that I really let myself relax.
Ric’s words perk me up and a grin spreads across my lips. I stand, undo a couple of buttons on my shirt and then straddle his lap, scooting as close to him as possible without seating myself on his manhood.
“This turn you on babe?” I ask as I reach for a set of cuffs on my belt.
I gotta admit, I’m not used to being the one in charge when it comes to Ric and me, so my stomach is aflutter with nerves. But well, I figure the moment he’s bored of it one of two things will happen, he’ll either tell me and the game will be over, or he’ll just take straight up take over and take charge.
There’s nothing to handcuff the hubby too on our couch so I settle for trying to cuff his hands together.
“You gonna come quietly?” I ask, hiding my amusement for my chosen words.

Ric:
"Absolutely not. I'm innocent." I say before getting a little louder, which still isn't all that loud. "I want my lawyer. Call her immediately." I'm not sure which idea excites me more. Skylar the lawyer or Skylar the cop. I stand up, but before I do, my arms are around her and making sure she isn't going to fall off me. "I have rights, you know." I tell her with a nod as I keep one arm and hand secured under her legs as I use my own chest to support the bulk of her weight against me. The other hand grabs my switch blade from my pocket, show it off to her and then let the blade pop out before I hold it against her neck. I'm not really sure what the **** I'm doing, but part of me is on guard even though I know it's Skylar beneath the uniform. Still..."What is carrying a concealed weapon gonna get me?" I ask her as I take us to the bedroom.

Skylar:
Ric seems happier with this roleplay than the last, which - I have to admit - was pretty much a disaster. I’m guessing he has a little more experience on the wrong side of the law than I realised.
“They all say that.”
I’m referring to him being innocent. Ric doesn’t look innocent. Far from it. He’s got that bad boy vibe and it’s so ******* strong there isn’t a person on the planet that could mistake that boy was an angel. Well a dark avenging angel maybe. Mmm. Sexy. I stifle the purr that wants to leave my lips.
“As of right now you have no rights.”
I tell him that as I place the cuffs around the hand with the blade. I don’t care if he nicks my skin, he’s done it before and he’ll do it again. ****. He’s done worse.
“And trouble is what that there is gonna get you.”
I use my strength and pull on the cuffs to pull the blade away from me as I try to pull his hand behind his back. If he lets me, I’m gonna cuff his hands behind his back. ****. I’m gonna do it even if he doesn’t let me. I’m pretty ******* strong.

Ric:
Skylar is just as strong as I am, if not stronger in some aspects and I feel her tugging on my arm and only an idiot wouldn't know what she's trying to do. Skylar's never been in control of any situation when it comes to us. I'm not sure how I feel about relinquishing any power to her, even if it's just pretend. I trust Skylar, but still. Something makes me a little uncomfortable. The idea of her having power over me. Authority. Is that normal for married couples? To not let the other have any power? She normally doesn't seem to mind, so I decide just this once to go along with it. I let her cuff me. "I take it I'm up for some hard time, then?" Yeah, this is starting to get a little weird. I don't even know what I should and shouldn't be saying. "Can we just do it?" I say, because I'm confused on what else I should do or say. This isn't my forte. Hell, even doing it still wasn't.

Skylar:
I’m a little surprised that Ric allows me to cuff him, but I’m thrilled too. I mean this is new territory for us. I giggle when he asks if we can just do it, shaking my head before I reply.
“How about you just shut up and let me drive for a while.”
I practically purr the words in his ear. It should be weird sleeping with him while I don’t look like me but then I can’t see me. If anyone of us is confused right now it has to be him cos seeing dark hair instead of blonde hair, ain’t anything I’m gonna worry about.
I help Ric out of his pants before I shove him back onto the sofa. Honestly, I’m half waiting for him to freak out. I don’t want him freaked but I’ll be ready if he does.
“Don’t talk unless I tell you to.”
I straddle his lap and kiss him hard. This taking charge thing is easier than I thought, but then this is who I am. Usually. Just not with him. Not that I’m complaining. My guy has way too much control over me and oddly, that is the way I like it.

Ric:
She's bossing me around and I'm freaking out a little. I think I like it better when I'm in control. No, I know I do. She pushes me on the couch after telling me to shut up. I can do that. I can shut up for a long time. I like the quiet. I like being quiet. I don't like talking about stupid, mundane ****. So, I nod and let her take control for the night. Maybe if it ends up being alright, once in a while she might get to 'drive' for a while. When we're done, I'll tell her as much, for now? For now, I'm going to enjoy watching Skylar try and 'drive' for the night.