Marlowe-Jane West, a former soldier, a daddy's girl, and an all around AllStar. MJ is one of four new rookie LAPD officers, alongside her best friend and older brother and their much older friend.
Tim Bradford, also a former soldier, a loner, and a...
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PILOT
A now 22-year-old Marlowe West sat boredly at the bar as a man 6 years older talked her ear off over nothing. Coincidentally, a yawn erupted from her throat as he continued to yap about—whatever the hell he was going on about. He wasn't her type whatsoever and couldn't seem to tell she was not interested. Up until now.
The man stops, pursing his lips together before standing up and walking away.
"Oh, leaving so soon?" She asks mockingly, a smirk on her lips as her eyes followed the man as he made his retreat. Marlowe grabbed her glass, raising it in a toast like manner to yet another lame before downing it.
"You must be hard to entertain," a voice says. The woman rolls her eyes, prepared to tell her personal space intruder to fuck off when she makes eye contact with the deepest and prettiest blue eyes she's ever seen.
Marlowe's eyes were low as she takes the glass that the bartender so kindly refilled for her, downing it all yet again. "I wouldn't say all that," she replies, turning to face the man who now took the once occupied seat.
"What would you say then?" He flirts, eyeing the girl up and down.
"Whatever you'd like to hear," she says returning the flirtatious energy.
He sticks his hand out to her, as a means to introduce himself. "Tim. Tim Bradford."
She reaches her manicured hand out, shaking his hand slightly before retracting it back. "Nice to meet you, Tim. Tim Bradford."
"So, are you from here?" He asks, before nodding at the bartender, holding two fingers up.
She shakes her head, a lie on the tip of her tongue. "Just visiting."
"Vacation?" He questions?
Marlowe smirks, picking up her glass, inspecting it, missing the drink that was there less than ninety seconds ago and leaning back in her barstool. "Doctors without orders," she says, rubbing her finger on the rim of glass.
"Suddenly I'm out of my league in this conversation," he jokes, grabbing one of the glasses the bartender just sat down in front of them.
The girl shrugged taking her fourth drink to the head just as her friends stumbled to the stage, beers in hand ready to sing. Tonight was her last day as a civilian and in the morning she'd be an official employee of the LAPD. She didn't usually drink but with tonight being a special occasion she decided to drink as much as she felt like.
