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Despite the energy drink you'd drank earlier you soon found yourself feeling a lul fall over you in the car. You had started out joining in with the conversation the group was having, but soon you just looked out the window at the city rolling by as you headed to the bar.
"Detective, are you feeling ok?" a curious voice pulled you out of your stupor, and you turned to see Connor watching you, his head tilted slightly, those few strands of hair flopping forward.
You offered him a smile. "I'm ok, just a bit jet lagged I guess." You answered honestly, but flinched when Gavin laughed from the front of the car.
"Still stupid as ever." He smirked at you in the mirror. "Why didn't you just take a couple days off before you started working?"
"I wanted to get settled as soon as possible, dick." You grumbled, rolling your eyes slightly. Gavin tutted and rolled his eyes right back, looking out of his own window. You looked back to your own view when you still felt eyes on you. You looked back to Connor, who suddenly looked slightly worried. "I'm ok." You said softly, smiling.
Connor seemed nice, he wasn't as socially skilled as most people, but you'd come to find that most detectives and police weren't. You thought of the odd group you were in, and supposed none of you were really any good with social situations. The person most likely to be good with other people seemed to be Chris Miller, who you'd been introduced to earlier when you and Gavin returned to the precinct.
But in this car? An angry drunk man, a narcissistic android hater, a clueless new boy and an anxious mess with jet lag? Yeah, you supposed none of you were exactly good with people. Perhaps that's why you and Gavin had always gotten along quite well, that and the Vine references. Hank seemed to like those too, so you guessed it would be a good way to get on their good side. Maybe you'd wait until you'd shown Connor some of the Vine compilations you had saved, that way you wouldn't have to describe too much.
Connor cocked his head to one side and his eyes squinted slightly, trying to see if you were lying. It was somewhat adorable, like a little puppy. You smiled and went back to looking out the window before he could question you further. His gaze was somewhat mesmerising, he must have been a good detective, considering how much you shifted under his gaze when he was being friendly.
He seemed to let it go as you felt his eyes leave you. And soon you came up to the bar in question. It was a small place, 'Jimmy's' a sign said out front.
"Thank god Jimmy reopened." Gavin grumbled, getting out of the car. You all followed.
"It's his son now." Hank answered. "Jimmy opened up shop in a less... 'android friendly' state."
"Texas then." You joked, earning a laugh from Gavin and a scoff from Hank. "Why didn't he want to be here?"
Gavin lead you all into the bar while Hank explained.
"Jimmy used to own this place for years, I knew him a long time. But he had two rules; no dogs, no androids." He explained.
You grit your teeth at the fact that that was basically putting androids in the same ballpark as pets. "Dick move..." You grumbled.
"He didn't really do it out of prejudice as such." Hank continued explaining. "More... making a space for people who didn't like androids to go. Mostly people who lost their jobs to androids, or just wanted to get away from the advancement of tech and shit."
"Still encouraging it." You couldn't help saying, and looked down.
"Don't worry about it, kid." Hank said, chuckling slightly. "I get what ya mean. But Jimmy's kid isn't like that, he opened up this place to androids - and dogs." You smiled at that, hoping you'd see a fluffball today. "There's not exactly anywhere in Detroit anymore that bans androids from places."
"Yes, since this was the first place androids were accepted." Connor added, a smile playing on his lips. You liked his smile, it was somewhat awkward but in an endearing way.
"I missed the news reports..." You admitted.
"You ALWAYS 'miss' the news reports." Gavin rolled his eyes, resting against the bar with a drink in his hand already. "Right, my treat little Miss Straight A." He smirked. "Choose wisely, it'll never happen again."
"You used to say that all the time, you still ended up buying me loads of drinks." You smirked right back, plopping yourself on the bar stool next to him. Hank went next to Gavin and Connor chose the stool next to you.
"And food, and bills, and clothes?" Gavin added. "Not my fault you can't take care of yourself." He took a swig of his drink. You were used to his grumbling, and he knew you felt bad whenever he did buy you anything, but he did it anyway - no matter how much he complained.
"I don't believe my eyes, THE Gavin Reed, being a decent human being." Hank joked and if you'd had a drink you probably would have choked on it from laughing. Gavin glared at the older man.
"Shut up, Hank. She'd have died years ago if I hadn't been there." Gavin grumbled, tapping the bar to get Jimmy's sons attention before this conversation could go any further.
"Hey Hank, Connor." The boy greeted. He was mid twenties, dark skinned with kind eyes. He nodded to you and Gavin, not having met you before. You smiled.
"(Y/n), Gavin." Gavin told him, pointing to each of you in turn. "We work with these two."
"Right on, I'm Jacob. Well, what can I get ya?" He asked. He seemed nice.
"Same as usual for me." Hank chimed in. "Apparently (y/n) over there can drink me under the table."
Jacob laughed. "Good luck, gal. What would you like?"
You saw Gavin looking at you with a 'show 'em what you're made of' look, but you wanted to start simple, especially with the jet lag. "Double spiced rum and coke, please. No ice."
"BOO!" Gavin called and you shook your head in exasperation at your old friend.
"You're intolerable." You told him, nodding at Jacob as you received your drink. You saw Connor eye the drink and you held it out to him, offering him a taste. He looked taken back, but took the glass from your hand, his fingers sliding against your own as he did so. "Never tried rum?" You asked him.
"Mainly whiskey and beer." Connor replied, not able to keep the look of disgust off of his face at the mention of beer. "That is all Hank tends to drink." He added in a fake whisper.
"Hey, don't get smart with me." Hank called over, sipping his own drink. Presumably whiskey. You smiled as Connor chuckled.
"Are you sure I can try some?" He turned back to looking at you. You nodded, you loved showing people new drinks. He smiled and tipped the glass up, tasting some. "That is quite tasty... less of a burn than whiskey and a LOT sweeter than beer." He smiled happily. "I like it."
"You want one of those instead of whiskey, Con?" Jacob asked and Connor nodded politely.
"It's not burning because it's mixed with coke." You explained. "So you didn't drink before you met Hank?"
"I did not, I wasn't really able to." He shrugged and the drink was placed in front of him, Jacob pulling the soft drink hose up and squirted some thirium into his glass.
You raised a brow and looked to Connor. "You're an android?"
"Yep." He smiled slightly, though there was something behind his look. Fear?
"Cool." You said, smiling back to reassure him. "I just didn't realise."
Gavin laughed out loud and draped his arm over your shoulder to which you rolled your eyes. "It's pretty fucking obvious! Robocop has NO social skills." He laughed again and you nudged his arm off of your shoulders.
"You're one to talk." You gave him a pointed look. You thought about what you'd been thinking in the car over here. How all of you seemed pretty bad at social situations. Perhaps Connor should have better mentors than this group... Though you doubted Gavin got along with him.
"I'm having my LED replaced." Connor explained as Gavin went over to Hank and you turned back to him. "I thought you knew I was an android." He looked down at his drink, as if embarrassed.
"Sorry, I just saw you as a person." You smirked, sipping at your own drink. The smiled he gave you then made something flutter inside you.
"Thank you." He was still grinning as he looked back down.
You nodded and decided to glance over at the other two, expecting Gavin to be mocking you but he had apparently vanished. Hank was looking at Connor with a somewhat proud look and you couldn't help but smile slightly. It seemed they had a dad and son dynamic going on from what you'd seen today.
You excused yourself to go have a smoke, finding your partner stood outside.
"Sup, pipsqueak?" he asked, smirking as he blew a plume of smoke in your face. You rolled your eyes.
"You realise you're like... a tiny man right?" You retorted, laughing at his offended look.
"Whatever, all the ladies still want me."
"Why the fuck you lying!" You said in the sing song voice from the Vine.
He groaned. "Enough with the Vine quotes, I'm remembering why I stopped hanging out with you." He looked up at the sky in exasperation but you knew he was joking.
"Oh yeah, not because I went back home to England or anything."
"Definitely not, it's the Vines." you both laughed as he nudged you with his shoulder.

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Despite the energy drink you'd drank earlier you soon found yourself feeling a lul fall over you in the car. You had started out joining in with the conversation the group was having, but soon you just looked out the window at the city rolling by as you headed to the bar.
"Detective, are you feeling ok?" a curious voice pulled you out of your stupor, and you turned to see Connor watching you, his head tilted slightly, those few strands of hair flopping forward.
You offered him a smile. "I'm ok, just a bit jet lagged I guess." You answered honestly, but flinched when Gavin laughed from the front of the car.
"Still stupid as ever." He smirked at you in the mirror. "Why didn't you just take a couple days off before you started working?"
"I wanted to get settled as soon as possible, dick." You grumbled, rolling your eyes slightly. Gavin tutted and rolled his eyes right back, looking out of his own window. You looked back to your own view when you still felt eyes on you. You looked back to Connor, who suddenly looked slightly worried. "I'm ok." You said softly, smiling.
Connor seemed nice, he wasn't as socially skilled as most people, but you'd come to find that most detectives and police weren't. You thought of the odd group you were in, and supposed none of you were really any good with social situations. The person most likely to be good with other people seemed to be Chris Miller, who you'd been introduced to earlier when you and Gavin returned to the precinct.
But in this car? An angry drunk man, a narcissistic android hater, a clueless new boy and an anxious mess with jet lag? Yeah, you supposed none of you were exactly good with people. Perhaps that's why you and Gavin had always gotten along quite well, that and the Vine references. Hank seemed to like those too, so you guessed it would be a good way to get on their good side. Maybe you'd wait until you'd shown Connor some of the Vine compilations you had saved, that way you wouldn't have to describe too much.
Connor cocked his head to one side and his eyes squinted slightly, trying to see if you were lying. It was somewhat adorable, like a little puppy. You smiled and went back to looking out the window before he could question you further. His gaze was somewhat mesmerising, he must have been a good detective, considering how much you shifted under his gaze when he was being friendly.
He seemed to let it go as you felt his eyes leave you. And soon you came up to the bar in question. It was a small place, 'Jimmy's' a sign said out front.
"Thank god Jimmy reopened." Gavin grumbled, getting out of the car. You all followed.
"It's his son now." Hank answered. "Jimmy opened up shop in a less... 'android friendly' state."
"Texas then." You joked, earning a laugh from Gavin and a scoff from Hank. "Why didn't he want to be here?"
Gavin lead you all into the bar while Hank explained.
"Jimmy used to own this place for years, I knew him a long time. But he had two rules; no dogs, no androids." He explained.
You grit your teeth at the fact that that was basically putting androids in the same ballpark as pets. "Dick move..." You grumbled.
"He didn't really do it out of prejudice as such." Hank continued explaining. "More... making a space for people who didn't like androids to go. Mostly people who lost their jobs to androids, or just wanted to get away from the advancement of tech and shit."
"Still encouraging it." You couldn't help saying, and looked down.
"Don't worry about it, kid." Hank said, chuckling slightly. "I get what ya mean. But Jimmy's kid isn't like that, he opened up this place to androids - and dogs." You smiled at that, hoping you'd see a fluffball today. "There's not exactly anywhere in Detroit anymore that bans androids from places."
"Yes, since this was the first place androids were accepted." Connor added, a smile playing on his lips. You liked his smile, it was somewhat awkward but in an endearing way.
"I missed the news reports..." You admitted.
"You ALWAYS 'miss' the news reports." Gavin rolled his eyes, resting against the bar with a drink in his hand already. "Right, my treat little Miss Straight A." He smirked. "Choose wisely, it'll never happen again."
"You used to say that all the time, you still ended up buying me loads of drinks." You smirked right back, plopping yourself on the bar stool next to him. Hank went next to Gavin and Connor chose the stool next to you.
"And food, and bills, and clothes?" Gavin added. "Not my fault you can't take care of yourself." He took a swig of his drink. You were used to his grumbling, and he knew you felt bad whenever he did buy you anything, but he did it anyway - no matter how much he complained.
"I don't believe my eyes, THE Gavin Reed, being a decent human being." Hank joked and if you'd had a drink you probably would have choked on it from laughing. Gavin glared at the older man.
"Shut up, Hank. She'd have died years ago if I hadn't been there." Gavin grumbled, tapping the bar to get Jimmy's sons attention before this conversation could go any further.
"Hey Hank, Connor." The boy greeted. He was mid twenties, dark skinned with kind eyes. He nodded to you and Gavin, not having met you before. You smiled.
"(Y/n), Gavin." Gavin told him, pointing to each of you in turn. "We work with these two."
"Right on, I'm Jacob. Well, what can I get ya?" He asked. He seemed nice.
"Same as usual for me." Hank chimed in. "Apparently (y/n) over there can drink me under the table."
Jacob laughed. "Good luck, gal. What would you like?"
You saw Gavin looking at you with a 'show 'em what you're made of' look, but you wanted to start simple, especially with the jet lag. "Double spiced rum and coke, please. No ice."
"BOO!" Gavin called and you shook your head in exasperation at your old friend.
"You're intolerable." You told him, nodding at Jacob as you received your drink. You saw Connor eye the drink and you held it out to him, offering him a taste. He looked taken back, but took the glass from your hand, his fingers sliding against your own as he did so. "Never tried rum?" You asked him.
"Mainly whiskey and beer." Connor replied, not able to keep the look of disgust off of his face at the mention of beer. "That is all Hank tends to drink." He added in a fake whisper.
"Hey, don't get smart with me." Hank called over, sipping his own drink. Presumably whiskey. You smiled as Connor chuckled.
"Are you sure I can try some?" He turned back to looking at you. You nodded, you loved showing people new drinks. He smiled and tipped the glass up, tasting some. "That is quite tasty... less of a burn than whiskey and a LOT sweeter than beer." He smiled happily. "I like it."
"You want one of those instead of whiskey, Con?" Jacob asked and Connor nodded politely.
"It's not burning because it's mixed with coke." You explained. "So you didn't drink before you met Hank?"
"I did not, I wasn't really able to." He shrugged and the drink was placed in front of him, Jacob pulling the soft drink hose up and squirted some thirium into his glass.
You raised a brow and looked to Connor. "You're an android?"
"Yep." He smiled slightly, though there was something behind his look. Fear?
"Cool." You said, smiling back to reassure him. "I just didn't realise."
Gavin laughed out loud and draped his arm over your shoulder to which you rolled your eyes. "It's pretty fucking obvious! Robocop has NO social skills." He laughed again and you nudged his arm off of your shoulders.
"You're one to talk." You gave him a pointed look. You thought about what you'd been thinking in the car over here. How all of you seemed pretty bad at social situations. Perhaps Connor should have better mentors than this group... Though you doubted Gavin got along with him.
"I'm having my LED replaced." Connor explained as Gavin went over to Hank and you turned back to him. "I thought you knew I was an android." He looked down at his drink, as if embarrassed.
"Sorry, I just saw you as a person." You smirked, sipping at your own drink. The smiled he gave you then made something flutter inside you.
"Thank you." He was still grinning as he looked back down.
You nodded and decided to glance over at the other two, expecting Gavin to be mocking you but he had apparently vanished. Hank was looking at Connor with a somewhat proud look and you couldn't help but smile slightly. It seemed they had a dad and son dynamic going on from what you'd seen today.
You excused yourself to go have a smoke, finding your partner stood outside.
"Sup, pipsqueak?" he asked, smirking as he blew a plume of smoke in your face. You rolled your eyes.
"You realise you're like... a tiny man right?" You retorted, laughing at his offended look.
"Whatever, all the ladies still want me."
"Why the fuck you lying!" You said in the sing song voice from the Vine.
He groaned. "Enough with the Vine quotes, I'm remembering why I stopped hanging out with you." He looked up at the sky in exasperation but you knew he was joking.
"Oh yeah, not because I went back home to England or anything."
"Definitely not, it's the Vines." you both laughed as he nudged you with his shoulder.