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edited 16/1/23
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Neveah walked into the precinct, clad her usual black shirt, black jeans, and Doc Martens, her black, blood splattered, leather jacket accompanying the fit, dodging the kicking legs of two guys in a horse costume, ignoring the cries of the other officers as she walked over to where Rosa and Amy were standing around Terry's desk.
"Ugh, Halloween is the worst." Amy groaned, slowly walking over to Jake's desk, a cup of coffee in one hand, a manila folder in the other. "Everyone's drunk, wearing a mask, and carrying a fake gun. Plus, all the girls think they have to dress sexy."
"Well that's offensive. Spooky season is the best." Neveah spoke up, the female rolling her eyes, too lazy to mention the fact that it's her birthday.
"I know, that is the worst. Please make them stop." Jake drawled on, sarcasm clear in his voice as he replied to Amy. "By the way, Happy Birthday Nev."
"I passed a slutty tree on the way here. Who wants to have sex with a tree?" Amy shot back at Jake, turning to Neveah briefly. "It's your birthday? I've been working with you for a number of years now and I'm just finding this out?"
Neveah shrugged, tuning out the rest of Jake and Amy's conversation. Well, more like she completely zoned out, foot tapping repeatedly on the floor, moving to tapping her fingers on her leg when her foot got tired. The detective was only snapped out of her trance when Rosa's voice filled her ears, eyes refocusing on the dressed up form of one Charles Boyle.
"No." Charles denied Rosa's claim of his costume being a 'Dumpy Ron Weasley'.
"You guys, stop it." Terry spoke up, talking to his detectives. "He put thought into his costume, and he is obviously Miranda from Sex and The City."
"No no no, He's definitely a knock off Alfredo from Ratatouille." Neveah rolled her eyes as she walked past the group, towards her desk.
"Guys, I'm Mario Batali!" Charles exclaimed, annoyed, arms waving in the air. "'Molto Mario'? Celebrity Chef? Ginger Prince of Little Italy?"
"Is he also a homeless troll doll?" Jake asked, causing Neveah to laugh before she pressed a quick kiss to Gina's cheek, a thing she had been doing since the two bonded, the assistant handing the detective a coffee, as she sat down at her desk. "Cause you look like a homeless troll doll."
"Hey, sweet Batali costume, dude." A perp piped up as he was being escorted into the holding cell.
"Thank you! There's a man with impeccable taste." Charles exclaimed, happy now, as he turned to the perp before back to Jake.
"He bit a guy's butt off at a WNBA game." Jake read off of a clipboard. "Eric Stoltz from Mask." Jake spat out, pointing at his best friend.
"I'll take it." Charles sighed, walking to his desk.
