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Damyan groaned as he settled into his squad car, wishing he was anywhere but there. His cousin's birthday was in a few days, he hadn't had time to go shopping to get him a present and that was just the tip of the iceberg. He cast his amber gaze on his partner. "Do we have to call in?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
His partner just gave him a look. "You like getting paid, then yes," he returned dryly. "Besides, you aren't the only one that doesn't want to be on duty today."
Damyan nodded, recalling that his partner [the elder brother of his lover] had some important event coming up - only, he couldn't remember if it was a wedding or the birth of a baby. It was a bit of a blur - especially since his little lover had three older brothers and an older sister so it was hard to keep events straight. "Wedding?" he ventured.
Zhane just gave him the flattest look possible. "You know, for someone who was my best man.."
Damyan held up his hands in defense. "How the hell am I suppose to remember? There's you, Duncan, Sean, Ailyn and Philip. I'm bound to start mixing you five up. Hell, any sane person would do that," he said before grabbing his radio. "Dispatch, 16665 and 18412 signing in."
"10-4, 16665."
"I still want to know why you've never complained about your badge number," Zhane said as he fastened his seatbelt, praying that Damyan remembered that cops weren't supposed to have a leadfoot unless responding to a call.
"Because it amuses me," Damyan said with a chuckle. "And for the love of the divine, don't even think about saying the Q word. At all."
Zhane nodded and stared out the window. "So, have you gone ring shopping yet?"
Damyan snorted. "I'm thinking of giving him a ring pop at this rate."
That earned a bark of laughter from the other man. "And then you can deal with a sugar hyped Philip." He looked at Damyan and inclined his head. "Don't forget this weekend's the baby shower."
Damyan groaned as he settled into his squad car, wishing he was anywhere but there. His cousin's birthday was in a few days, he hadn't had time to go shopping to get him a present and that was just the tip of the iceberg. He cast his amber gaze on his partner. "Do we have to call in?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
His partner just gave him a look. "You like getting paid, then yes," he returned dryly. "Besides, you aren't the only one that doesn't want to be on duty today."
Damyan nodded, recalling that his partner [the elder brother of his lover] had some important event coming up - only, he couldn't remember if it was a wedding or the birth of a baby. It was a bit of a blur - especially since his little lover had three older brothers and an older sister so it was hard to keep events straight. "Wedding?" he ventured.
Zhane just gave him the flattest look possible. "You know, for someone who was my best man.."
Damyan held up his hands in defense. "How the hell am I suppose to remember? There's you, Duncan, Sean, Ailyn and Philip. I'm bound to start mixing you five up. Hell, any sane person would do that," he said before grabbing his radio. "Dispatch, 16665 and 18412 signing in."
"10-4, 16665."
"I still want to know why you've never complained about your badge number," Zhane said as he fastened his seatbelt, praying that Damyan remembered that cops weren't supposed to have a leadfoot unless responding to a call.
"Because it amuses me," Damyan said with a chuckle. "And for the love of the divine, don't even think about saying the Q word. At all."
Zhane nodded and stared out the window. "So, have you gone ring shopping yet?"
Damyan snorted. "I'm thinking of giving him a ring pop at this rate."
That earned a bark of laughter from the other man. "And then you can deal with a sugar hyped Philip." He looked at Damyan and inclined his head. "Don't forget this weekend's the baby shower."
