Don't mess with the doughnuts! (Allegra & Jeri)

[Trisha Waldgrave]

Nothing said `I'm going to Gotham to help with the zombie problem and upgrade their vehicles` like being told to go on vacation or do paperwork. Well this metal fused woman with bandages almost everywhere on her body hated just lounging around before being transferred elsewhere...even if it was just for a little while. Almost as much as she hated doing dull paperwork. Once she got a taste of the action officers and detectives got, paperwork was rather...lackluster and lost its shine from when she was younger. Yet, it was still MUCH better than going on vacation considering at least she was able to get something done that's work related. Only problem is she had this nasty habit of falling asleep after a bunch of hours while working on filing and all that other stuff that came with paperwork. Maybe her higher up intentionally gave her EXTREMELY boring cases unrelated to her unit, the Metahuman Containment Team, just so she could wind up this way.

Asleep on the desk with a pile of various documents all around her sorted out like she was some sort of borderline pro pencil pusher rather than working the field. Resting her cheek on a few unfinished papers with a pen in the loose grasp of her bandaged right hand, as for her left hand...that was reaching out toward her coffee with the fingertips just a few centimeters away from the much with a badge centered by a smiley face mug full of her favorite beverage type in the whole wide world...coffee. Of course she liked other drinks like a normal person, but this was her version of the ever sought out holy grail. "Stop right there....and....unhand the....doughnuts..." Muttering those words softly in her slumber with a great deal of woozy irritation, her fingers reaching toward the coffee twitched slightly looking like it was very loosely holding onto a gun. But then a slight, sleepy smile crossed her silver tinted lips as she mumbled almost sweetly in a way that would be expected of communicating with a loved one or something close to it as she spoke once more, "It's ok....you're safe now.......I.....love you doughnuts....let's go get some coffee.....together........"

Gently nuzzling the desk with her cheek smooshed up against it, the metal cop who probably caused hell to freeze over with an extremely rare smile crinkled some of those things she was working on but not like she could care about such a trivial thing in her sweet state of slumber. After all, she was having a super happy moment in her dreamland with a box of doughnuts and about to make everything perfect with coffee. Though....being asleep in her office left room for intrusions and interruptions...so her picture perfect moment could of been destroyed with such ease...especially since she had the tendency to be a bit of a light sleeper. The woman's trench coat was literally hanging around on a hook upon the door along with her police hat right next to it. Honestly, even though she had a place to call home, she was mostly here at the office...or...whichever office she had. The big reason was because it would be a cheerful winter wonderland in hell to let any city she was stationed at down. Yeah, ok...so Trisha Waldgrave may have been out like a light at her desk, but enough noise would wake her up and she'd guzzle some coffee to jump into action all over again!

More than she could say for some people who were heavy sleepers and passed out on the job. Hell...they got a special wake up call from one of the biggest coffee lovers ever...and by special it's the painful variety with hot, scalding coffee and an `oops`. A lot of her co-workers seemed to share a strange love-hate sort of relationship with her for the mere fact she was there for them when they needed her to at least secure their lives...but when they did something stupid she opened the can of punishment like no other during training and `accidental` coffee spillage had a tendency to occur as well. For now though...she was completely harmless, docile as a sleepy kitten since the office itself was quiet.

[Allegra Ford]

Mental check lists were beginning to become common in the mind of Ms. Moody over here in the police cruiser. With the engine turned off and her forehead resting on the steering wheel, Allegra had been on a adventure in the shopping district picking up the last supplies for the party she was holding for a certain cop in her department. Normally, shopping wouldn't be too much of a hassle if it wasn't for the fact that a irresponsible someone didn't forget to order the non doughnut entrees for the guests, instead of putting more time and effort in figuring out what to get for his boss slash the person this party was for. She was talking about that troublemaker Jericho..... The boy who teased her as much as cause problems for her while she was on duty, and now it's apparently happening during lunch break. The one time she wanted to enjoy a meal before diving back into the chaos of protecting the innocent. Jeez, does the little punk want another whack on the head for his negligence? Maybe this time it'll knock some common sense into that brain of his to stop troubling her. But aside from complaining while the whining of her stomach went off in the car, Allegra also felt a bit down due to this party....well alright it was more than a bit. She is officially sad. Yeah, a feeling that's rare in her cold exterior. Yet, wouldn't anyone be when a close friend is transferring away? Exhaling a long sigh out while staring at her feet on the ground, Allegra contemplated if she should have even bothered with planning this whole getting away party in the first place....for once it was being a big downer on herself. A feeling she liked to avoid if possible. ......Aren't I suppose to be happy since I don't need to get socially picked on at work anymore? Bah, she wished it be. Forcing her forehead away from the steering wheel and back to facing the surrounding parking lot in front of Grimaldi's Pizzaria, Allie decided that now wasn't the time for being caught up in her thoughts, right now delivering half of the entrees to the party location was more important. Especially since cold pasta salad needed to stay cold, the tons of pizza she ordered would come 30 minutes before the party actually started so that other half was already taken care of. Staring up the car and driving out of the parking lot, she went back to focusing on the other objectives of her party throwing mission.

Five hours later.... Cloudy and outside of the police station, Allegra stepped inside with a more neutral look on her face than the previous one she sported on her shopping adventure. Apparently, something seemed to have her amused during the events at The Donut Pub aka the location of the party. When she came to drop off the silver and blue streamers for Jeri and some of the volunteers to use for decoration, the little punk had mentioned how he had been in a dilemma about what to choose for Trisha as a going away present. His first thought was to give her a realistic ceramic doughnut but then the cake making idea was also good. Before, she voiced out her opinion on the two, Allegra ended up thinking about the clay made Trisha treat and a funny scenario that was playing in her mind with it. Mini Trisha and her thinking it was food food, then biting into it and then stating with a distressed look on her face while taking the doughnut out of her mouth partly bitten “Is this some sort of cruel joke?!” It was funny and mean all at the same time, though Allie knew Jeri wasn't trying to aim for cruelty today, especially with the one woman he actually liked.... Why Jeri aimed for love towards someone like her partner, Allegra wouldn't understand. If anything she was thinking it was teenage hormones, the kid was still growing. Shoving the amusing thought away for now in a locked up place in that mind of hers, she headed over to Trisha's usual spot inside the station, she noticed a few of the other officers snickering from the comfort of there desks while watching her intently as she made a fool of herself unconsciously. Why unconsciously? Well....the metal cop woman was fast asleep.....And talking in sleep about loving her two most wonderful things in the world, doughnuts and coffee. Oh jeez.... Allie grumbled under her breath before walking over to sleeping metal woman. No one seemed to wanna try and get her up but she couldn't blame them. Trisha was in fact scary if you woke her up the wrong way.... Allegra of course knew this due to her own carelessness when trying to get Trish up. Let's just say Allie didn't trip down a flight of stairs when she got a temporarily sprained wrist.

Doing a quick detour to her own desk, she brought out the yard stick she kept for cases such as this and walked over to Trish. Giving a hard poke on the shoulder, Allegra spoke out with that annoyed tone she normally used. ”Hey Trish, no sleeping on the job! Aren't you suppose to be professional...” Allegra was right of course, but Trisha wouldn't be like this if it wasn't for the purposely given out paper work in the first place that sergeant helped provide in keeping the police woman occupied. Sadly all everyone in the station was in on the surprise and were acting as normal as they could to keep it under wraps. And once Allie got Trisha out of the station, they were all going to quickly join Jeri at The Donut Pub to get ready to surprise Trisha. Now if only the special guest of the evening would get her ass up already so Allegra could get this whole this going away party over with.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

What was this? Some evil Twinkie that looked a lot like her partner with a yard stick showed up and looked as though she...it...EVIL SNACKTASTIC PASTRY wanted her doughnuts! Hell. NO! It didn't matter that they were partners or even close friends, she wasn't going to ruin her happy ending with the doughnuts, damnit! Gradually waking up while being between a state of slumber and being sort of awake, she grunted out the words, "Damn...Twinkie...killing is against the law...so..." Looking a bit irritated, she quickly grabbed the yard stick and got up from her chair with her eyes narrowed in a death glare before frowning in that `I'm going to kick your ass because I ran out of coffee` fashion. That's right, reality was a little fuzzy and she saw a blurred image of Allie Twinkie and some funky pastry city scenery. Grasping onto the yard stick, she tugged it toward her and then slammed her elbow down on it causing the poor, inanimate object to snap in half.

Feeling a little more awake, she moved her hand over her mouth and began to yawn before releasing her half of the broken tool most would find in the educational facility called school. Hey...wait a second...where did the evil Allegra Twinkie wannabe go? ...and more importantly where were those doughnuts she rescued?! Oh damn...that's when she put it all together that she fell asleep on the job while doing boring paperwork. As a kid, she would have been thrilled to deal with all those documents since it brought her just that much closer to what cops dealt with...but now that she actually had a taste for being there in the front lines...? God it was boring and more tiresome than a lullaby. Looking as though nothing at all happened with a slightly blank look upon her features, she shoved her hands into her pockets and glanced around seeing that they had a bit of an audience.

Grand...those little punks probably wouldn't shut up about her sleep talking again for a while...oh well she'd have her own little payback with them later when she was done with her bloody adventure in Gotham. Turning her attention toward the K-9 cop, she couldn't help but look a little confused before saying, "So, I take it there's a break involving coffee and doughnuts in my future or maybe a case?" Oddly enough, she sounded a tad bit optimistic and maybe even hopeful in he midst of her boredom infested tone while those words passed her silver tinted lips. Geeze she could only hope that Allegra was there to deliver good news rather than announce she had more paperwork involving a bunch of cases. Then again....a good chunk of her wanted to stay here rather than head over to Gotham...but being loyal to the job meant sacrifices...

[Allegra Ford]

The routine of broken yard sticks continued…. Moving away what was left of her tool to get the coffee loving cop up back to Allegra herself, she was eyeing yet another perfectly ruined instrument. How many did Trish break this week? Was it ten? Yeah, supposedly it was, well anyway at least she could look forward to not having to purchase more ‘waking up tools for Trish’ on her paycheck while the woman was gone. Displaying a rather tired defeated look, with her brows slanting away from each other, Allie could only say this to her metal fused partner. ”I’d add in the ‘pay me for the broken stick too’ with the way you keep destroying these every time you’re out like a light….” Shaking her head like she had just finished lecturing a child from doing a ‘no no’, Allegra brought her attention away from Trish for a second to retrieve the other half of the yard stick Trish dropped on the ground before getting back up and placing the two parts in one hand. She of course, decided to answer the metal woman's question fully instead of keeping quiet like some mime. ”We’re doing a quick house visit to a man who apparently has disrupted the peace at a nearby apartment complex yada yada yada and all that wonderful bullshit…. So, aside from paperwork the chief wants us to do one last little job together before you transfer.”

Of course Allegra didn’t bother for a reply because either way Trish was going to come with her, especially when she mentioned the next important thing in the metal cop’s life. Coffee and doughnuts. Sadly, that sounded good too, if it wasn’t for the fact she saw something similar to that at the doughnut pub a few hours ago….. The baker she got off the phone with seemed to all but surprise her with his new masterpiece of the day which was Trish’s going away cake. It not only looked like a doughnut, but it tasted like one too and if she hadn’t been relocating that cake around the city to the party location, her appetite could have been savaged. The smell was the root cause of it of course. Such a sensitive nose led to her getting a little headache from the doughnut filled smell in the cruiser. Normally, doughnuts smell wouldn’t cause her to cringe her nose, but this one certainly did, since she could practically smell the dried grease that was hidden by the chocolate frosting that was coated on half of the cake to give it the appearance of a real doughnut. After dropping off the cake Allie needed to air out the car before going back in, and she did it hastily like it had been contaminated with some sort of farting odor.

Annoyed that she ended up letting the headache resurface just by thinking about the smell, she walked over to the small trash can posted on the side of Trish’s desk before looking back to her partner with a look of seriousness. ”We’ll pick up a coffee and some doughnuts after we’re done….buuuut.” Letting a smirk finally take form on that stern face of hers for a moment she all but let the words slide out confidently. ”You’re treating since you broke my yard stick.” Hearing a few quiet chuckles that couldn’t be heard from a normal person’s hearing range, she literally wanted to take back that comfortable expression she was showing her partner when the other cops looked a bit amazed and entertained at the scene taken place in front of them. It was that or glare at them all and say the famous words of a bitch “What, you got a problem?...” Oh the looks she would get in the next few seconds would be priceless…. But alas, her goal was not to intimidate others but too get Trish out of the station and soon. "Let's get a move on before that idiot decides to pull out a gun and make more then a racket...."

[Jericho Gustal]

”Oh greaaaaaaat doughnut….do you think you’re the perfect gift for boss lady? Jeri inquired as he mimicked the tone of a mind reader acting all m y s t e r i o u s with weird hand motions and all. Hearing no response to the parting present, he let a small pout like frown form on his lips. His mood didn’t go sour from the doughnut charmed necklace not replying back to him, it was more that he reminded himself again of what this gift was for. ’Going away parties are lame….’ Especially if they involved someone you had the hugest crush on even if she was a few years older than you.

Grabbing the charm necklace and placing it back in it’s rightful place which was a small decorated cardboard gift box, he got back to focusing on what he was supposed to be doing. Making the inside of the doughnut shop look welcoming. ‘Yay….’ On the inside he was feeling like his pet fish died and was holding a funeral for the last remembrance of the water creature in the bathroom. Sheesh was this pathetically sad….even Aunty Allie couldn’t get him to cheer up with her short tempered impatience from his forgetfulness for this occasion. Teasing her by changing the subject into something that didn’t need thoughtful answers, Jeri had asked what he should get for the going away girl as a parting present and even set out a few examples that made the werewolf of an aunt face go funny from holding in a little snicker when he considered giving Trish a ceramic doughnut paper weight. Before Jeri could even go into more detail about other ‘ideas’, she cut him off by saying to get back to work. That of course ruined the fun.

“Hoy! Jericho, stop day dreaming and pass the damn streamers!” Shocked, he again was spacing out for the second time, his attention was turned to the left of him at one of the none uniformed cops that had called for Jeri. Looking away to figure out where those plastic wrapped yards of cheap colored paper were, he finally spotted them a few feet to right of him. Apparently, he forgot to mention that at this time he was lazing around in the middle of the room after finishing cutting and coloring doughnut rings to hang with the streamers. ”Aye aye captain grumpy pants!” Grabbing them, he swoooooooshed over to the party helper while sitting on the rolling chair, gosh was this a bit of fun, he could horse around on rollie chair while annoying short tempered cop number two.

Hearing someone else ask for whatever was on his table; Jericho decided to play rolling chair errand boy and did a few tricks while going back and forth. First, it was the swirling repeated looped eights, and then standing on the seat while crouching while using a rolled up poster paper as a paddle, doing the canoe paddling motions like some idiot imagining he was sailing in the water, aaaaaaaaaaaaaand then it was the backwardswaytoofastofaslidecausingrollingchaircollision….breath…..topeopleturnedanrgyandnowchasingthepoorkittykitty! Wow, that was long, longer than most bunched up words in one sentence. Lucky, after a few apologies and some fixer uppers to the area he messed up, things ran smoother and quicker for the party helpers giving everyone else and Aunty Allie enough time to get down here. Hopefully she had more luck then he was at keeping things together on her end.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

"Hey, no one told you to poke me with that thing so it's no one's fault but your own. Unless you made a bet with someone...then...well...it's still your fault." A little sarcasm came with her blunt tone as she let her retort be known to the world....or rather just Allegra. Getting up from her seat while stretching a bit while closing her eyes, she listened to her NUMBAH ONE partner explain what was on the to do list today aside from excessive paperwork. Hm...interesting that they had to go to some apartment complex....more interesting than paperwork....way more interesting. That's one thing that almost made her want to up and quit...PAPERWORK....office drama she could deal with AND put an end to. No one liked to see her angry and for good reason...it was like doors started getting minds of their own and hitting people on their ass while trying to make and exit and some other crazy things.

The joys of being a metal metahuman! One child even called her a metal angel...sweetest thing really considering it was either `crazy dragon lady` or some other unsavory comments that got under her skin. A lot of people took her for face value...not like she could blame them since the only time she let her emotional walls down were for her REAL friends. Most thought that they wanted to kill them...which was far from true but what ever...they weren't worth her time if they didn't want to see the real her. Aaaah but that wasn't all, she was even trying to bribe her for coming along...really? Ms. I'm infused with metal's partner thought that was required? Aside from the free doughnuts and coffee in the office, she actually LIKED doing field work since it gave her the chance of accomplishing her hopes and dreams from her childhood years.

To take in the criminals, see if they're REALLY bad people or just trying to survive, then let justice be served. Cracking her neck for a moment, she looked to the K-9 cop while putting her hands in her pockets before bluntly saying, "Let's not stand here with our thumbs up our asses then, shall we? Such a brave world of disgruntled law breakers to deal with and a promise of doughnuts and coffee for a job well done. I guess I should do the right thing and treat you for this being the what? Tenth yardstick I've broken? Nothing says sorry for the free firewood like doughnuts and coffee, right?" Flashing off a slight, almost playful smile in response to the actually cranky cop's smirk for a moment before returning to her stoic composure looking at all the somewhat entertained cops by glaring at them in a `I bet you like being hit by doors you gluttons for pain, you` fashion.

The EPIC GLARE COMBO was critical in its effect with the way those worker bees went riiiiight back to work after having looks of shock, horror...and...awe. Ok we're not sure why the last one was there but it just was. ANYWAY! This so called for a high five later! Already walking toward the station's exit, she held up her hand and waved ever so slightly in the air almost tauntingly adding on "Here I thought I was the slow one, c'mon my home bacon slice." Lowering her hand to snatch her trench coat while sliding it on her arms with a look that almost made people wonder if `BAD BOYS` cause WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU?! Popping her trench coat collar a bit while walking over to the door, she opened it up and glanced over to Allegra asking a VERY serious question....

"...who's driving today? You because you're sour about those ten yard sticks or me because I drive like we're all part of Nascar?" Holding the door for her pal, even the look on her face was serious even though her words were preeeeetty funny.

[Allegra Ford]

As always Trish knew how to make Ms. Grump get even more annoyed by the string of smart ass comments this clever meta cop could come up with. At least it was refreshing for Allegra on the inside…. Not letting a deeper and more prissy frown damper the partner like atmosphere, her eyes followed to Trish who was at the door. “Yeah, yeah. I’m….coming...” Letting her words trail off and not paying any attention at all to the exchange of glances between her partner and the other officers, Allie hadn’t known what they were communicating to each other about at the time being since her mind went somewhere else for a good split second while glancing to Trisha’s desk. It’s going to be empty soon. Meaning she’d have to work alone or either find another partner. The latter of course wasn’t likely since she couldn’t get along with many people. MEANWHILE during the civil looks between people, she hadn’t realized Trish was once again backing her up from the oddly ceased snickers that there fellow law enforcement buddies had been doing a few moments ago. Finally looking back to her partner, she shrugged off the slowly feeling of sadness creeping up inside.

Walking towards Trisha, Allie answered the woman’s question that she had asked while Allie was somewhat in a trance yet attentive to everything around her. “I’ll drive. Last time you did, I lost more than the yardsticks.” Walking passed her and out the door she let her best impression of Jeri’s grin plaster on her lips before looking back at Trisha from outside the doorway. “And besides, it’s special treatment so I’ll be chauffeuring you around Oh Mighty Mocha Temptress with a Badge…………… Jeez that didn’t sound right.” Shaking her head and walking forward, Allegra had to restrain herself from letting out a laugh at such words as she grabbed her keys out of her pocket and headed to the cruiser with Trish right behind her.

An hour or so later…

It didn’t take long to wrap up business with a stereotypical scene of an alcohol intoxicated man disturbing the peace of a few families next door. And then they were back on the road and heading to the Donut Pub since it was Allegra’s turn on the location for doughnut snackage yet again, Trish was very unaware of the surprise party being held there for her. Checking the time on the dash board of the car, Allie only had a few minutes to make it there before they started calling her to complain that other guest legs were cramping from hiding in a corner for too long. Oh boo hoo for them, it was called GETTING OVER IT. And besides everyone else from the police station had to make it to the party too before the guest of honor herself showed up with one foot in the doorway curious as to why people were just coming to the Donut Pub only now.

Noticing she was nearing the building, she headed for the front parking lot to park. Of course this would be a suspicious with many cars around but the crew had made an idea to park on side to make it look like it was some sort of event they were here for and that there wasn’t much room where the even was taking place. Stepping out finally, they headed over to the somewhat dimly lit pub that look somewhat empty yet had the open sign visibly shown. Normally, this would have made Allegra alert thinking something happened at the pub but of course everyone was hiding and waiting for the guest of honor to show up. Well….almost everyone, taking a side step to one of the windows she noticed short, annoying, and feline related was laying in the middle of floor, flat on his stomach. ’What the hell is that punk doing?.....’

[Trisha Waldgrave]

For a moment...she snickered with complete and utter amusement for the grumpy partner buddy's words and couldn't help but be all kinds of amused. Like...at least thirty shades of amused. TOTALLY put herself in the position of awkward with that statement! Sliding into the passenger seat of the cruiser, she had the WHOLE CAR RIDE to continue her witty retorts and banter. A silent ride was a boring one!

A MAAAAAAAAGICAL TIME SKIP LATER

Wearing a pair of sunglasses with a totally deadpan look on her face as though she was the most serious person in the world. WHY was she wearing sunglasses? Because it was hilarious to see the looks on people's faces while busting them and totally intoxicated with something while she said amusing banter in a super serious tone. This woman of metal and flesh could EASILY win a game of poker if all there was to it is keeping a straight face and tone. When they actually got there, she lowered her shades a bit and whistled at how much was going on today.

Cause this was out of the "TOTALLY NORMAL" box, even for her. Pushing her shades right back on up the moment the car stopped, she got right on out, closed the door, and followed after Grumpy Wolfy Cop Lady Palsy Walsy. Slipping her hands into her pockets all casual-like while continuing to look serious as can be...when they walked on into the BEST ESTABLISHMENT EVER ....the first thing she noticed was mister kitty boy on the ground. Lowering her shades while quirking a brow...she bluntly blurted out, "Look at that, he partied 'till he dropped it like it's hot."

Tilting her head up and closing her eyes while letting out a sigh as her sunglasses slid back into place. Time to treat the kid like a princess! Looking back down for a moment juuuust before kneeling next to him, in one quick sweep...she had him in a bridal sort of hold....or a floppy cat in its owner's arms. EITHER WAY...SHE SWEPT HIM OFF THE GROUND! ...though when she looked around, her cliche cop shades slid down and she looked....well....baffled.......what was even going on...?

The place was like a ghost party...you know...like a ghost town but with a party-like setting in one of the happiest places on earth for ALL cops who liked their treats!