Evie made herself some lunch - she quickly realized she was starving. She watched some TV. She tried to put the events of the previous evening out of her mind and thought instead about what was next in her career. Mid afternoon, she decided to clear her head and go out for a run. her typicaly morning route was a lot busier than usual; middle of the afternoon... Saturday... There were plenty of families down at the beach getting the last of the sun before winter hit. The run still did the job and when she arrived back at the apartment, she felt good. And even better after a shower. Around 5 she gave James a call and he invited her over for pizza, beer and a movie and told her that the spare room was there for her if she wanted to stay over. It sounded good, so she packed an overnight bag and drove across town.
Within a matter of seconds of her walking through the door, a cold beer was pushed into her hand and 10 minutes later, Steve joined the 'party'. James had called him as soon as he had put the phone down after speaking with his sister and told him what they were doing. It had been a long time since the three siblings had had an evening in front of the TV. Truth was they were more than siblings; they were friends and they liked each others company. It helped of course that they had more in common than just blood and a lot of their conversation naturally involved bitching about work. This evening the conversation avoided that subject - at least to start with - and instead finished up in a half argument over who sports writers were suggesting that the Raiders were likely to sign. Evie's mocking of the plans resulted in an equally vehement mocking in return at what the Yankees were doing. The fact that the Dodgers had been outperformed by the Yankees, the As, the Angels and San Francisco was a source of endless amusement.
After a few bottles, some great pizza, they finally decided on a movie, but they didn't really watch that much of it. The conversation eventually shifted towards the MCU. James said he was thinking about volunteering for it, that he figured maybe Tom would give him a shot. Steve said he was pretty happy where he was. Evie really didn't know. Robbery Homicide had been good to her, but with Tom going... new partner... was the devil you knew really better. The talked, sipped beer, ate increasingly cold pizza. And by the end of the night Evie still hadn't decided. On Sunday morning, they had another late breakfast and it was early evening by the time she got home. Maybe by the time she walked into the office in the morning she would have decided what she wanted to do.
Within a matter of seconds of her walking through the door, a cold beer was pushed into her hand and 10 minutes later, Steve joined the 'party'. James had called him as soon as he had put the phone down after speaking with his sister and told him what they were doing. It had been a long time since the three siblings had had an evening in front of the TV. Truth was they were more than siblings; they were friends and they liked each others company. It helped of course that they had more in common than just blood and a lot of their conversation naturally involved bitching about work. This evening the conversation avoided that subject - at least to start with - and instead finished up in a half argument over who sports writers were suggesting that the Raiders were likely to sign. Evie's mocking of the plans resulted in an equally vehement mocking in return at what the Yankees were doing. The fact that the Dodgers had been outperformed by the Yankees, the As, the Angels and San Francisco was a source of endless amusement.
After a few bottles, some great pizza, they finally decided on a movie, but they didn't really watch that much of it. The conversation eventually shifted towards the MCU. James said he was thinking about volunteering for it, that he figured maybe Tom would give him a shot. Steve said he was pretty happy where he was. Evie really didn't know. Robbery Homicide had been good to her, but with Tom going... new partner... was the devil you knew really better. The talked, sipped beer, ate increasingly cold pizza. And by the end of the night Evie still hadn't decided. On Sunday morning, they had another late breakfast and it was early evening by the time she got home. Maybe by the time she walked into the office in the morning she would have decided what she wanted to do.