06-24-2014, 08:30 PM
Hood noticed Ivan's arrival, and it wasn't hard to get a read on the guy. Sure he was in civies and probably had a few drinks down range, but the man was a cop. And one familiar with the place as the bartender sent him Hood and Zoya's way. He hadn't done anything, at least to his knowledge, that would warrant any unwanted attention by the police. Nothing that could be linked to himself anyway.
As the man approached, Hood leaned back into the cushions of the booth and threw one arm out, which just happened to drape dangerously close to being seen as 'across her shoulders', mostly just to get a rise out of the guy. Hood could understand full well why the officer had come running at her call; the man had it bad. And 'it' of course was a wholly consuming interest in Zoya.
"Benefit of being a cop. Know where you can put the petal to the metal."
He smirked. It was meant as a joke, with perhaps a grain of truth to it. "Take a seat, lad. Don't want to just grab the girl and run. Gotta show the locals that you're able to fit in or they'll never take you seriously."
As the man approached, Hood leaned back into the cushions of the booth and threw one arm out, which just happened to drape dangerously close to being seen as 'across her shoulders', mostly just to get a rise out of the guy. Hood could understand full well why the officer had come running at her call; the man had it bad. And 'it' of course was a wholly consuming interest in Zoya.
"Benefit of being a cop. Know where you can put the petal to the metal."
He smirked. It was meant as a joke, with perhaps a grain of truth to it. "Take a seat, lad. Don't want to just grab the girl and run. Gotta show the locals that you're able to fit in or they'll never take you seriously."