waynewoodridge-mcpd:

syx-blue:

“Fuck!” slipped out before he could stop it. Laughing nervously, Syx cringed, “Ah… yes… Officer Woodridge…. how LOVELY to see you again.”

This was fine. Perfectly fine. Wasn’t doing anything wrong. Pig couldn’t touch him, “I was just leaving this perfectly lovely eating establishment.”

“O-kayy…” Geez, the way he was acting… Oh, hell. Probably thought he was a cop here. This was going to be a bad move, he knew it, but…

“You know i’m not a cop here, right? I just work at a bar.” Wayne says as he watches Syx with a fake face slip around him.

Syx stopped dead and blinked at the man, “Not a cop?” a small laugh bubbled up, quickly overflowing into a boisterous laugh, “Oh my good man, you had me going there!” 

His posture relaxing greatly, he crossed his arms and leaned back on the wall of his uncle’s restaurant. Clucking his tongue, he gibed, “Another copper fallen to a security gig? Or did you just need a more honest profession?”