Knife Party {Taran}

[Taran Korakas]

"Uh huh," he said simply, nodding and just smiling as she got defensive.  Since he was only playing with her, he didn't feel a need to push it.  He didn't need her peeved for real.

What did he have going on?  He had to actually think about it, trying to remember which day it was and if he had any plans other than fixing that damn sink and hoping he didn't have a concussion from the pipe he'd smacked his head on.  Oh, right, he did.

"Well, I'm fixing the sink today, and maybe cleaning some of this shit up.  I know, so domestic," he told her with a grin, just being an ass.  "Tonight, I have a poker game, and then work."

As usual, he wasn't going into detail about 'work'.  Yes, he had a job, which was probably the only thing keeping him fed, but it wasn't exactly a 'good' kind of job.  She knew he worked as a guard in Midnight, mostly because he wasn't going to lie to her, but he never thought she liked it.  That was another thing that helped her out, though.  He got information for her out of Midnight, as well, usually letting her know when one of her missing persons cases was going to turn up nothing due to vampire interference.  It sucked, he knew that, but at least she was forewarned.  No sense in driving herself nuts looking for someone who was never going to turn up.

[Tanith Korakas]

"Poker game, eh?" she asked, brow lofting a little. "Don't suppose your friends would appreciate your police officer sister joining in." Taran was good at gambling, but Tanith was a damn card counter. She'd always been good at math - not unsettlingly good - but some of his friends were slow enough that she could catch them.

"I'm teasing, anyways. DeMortei called me a while ago, looks like it will be a busy night. No rest for the wicked," she laughed. "This city, I swear to God, is going to Hell in a lovely gingham-check handbasket, and mom will be making the sandwiches." Speaking of which, she was still hungry, and the things growing hair in his fridge didn't quite pique her interests enough.

"I should get going soon. I need to eat before I jump on the short bus with the rest of NYPD. You'll call me if you need me?" she asked, knowing he wouldn't. She liked to hear him say he would, though.

[Taran Korakas]

He grinned wickedly when she asked, actually finding that image amusing, and for multiple reasons.  "Someone in your station already plays with us, so I doubt anyone could complain about another.  He doesn't know I'm your brother, though."

It was a damn good thing, too.  Taran had already had to get crazy and do illegal things so that he looked less like a snitch for the police, and having that guy realize that Detective Korakas and Taran 'Crow' were related just wasn't a good idea.  It was why he used aliases, just in case someone knew of his sister.  He didn't want to get killed because of something as stupid as that, or endanger her over something he did.  Besides, with as related as they looked, they didn't need names giving them away even further. 

"Well, at least mom's sandwiches are good," he offered, shrugging.  He knew that the city's crime rate sucked, mostly because he was partly responsible and involved in it.  It was a mess.  "I need to snag something to eat, too, and if it's Mickey Dee's again, I'll gag.  Roadkill would be better at this point.  I'll call if anything comes up," he told her, and that was the truth.  He wouldn't call if he needed her, because if he needed her, she needed to be as far away as possible, but he'd call if he got any good information for her.  That was the best he could offer.

[Tanith Korakas]

She flattened her eyebrows at his indication that someone else in her station played with them, and then shook her head a little. "Nevermind, then. I don't even think I want to know. And I don't know how nobody can tell we're related. If you put on a wig and prettied up, you'd look just like me," she teased.

She stood, knowing he'd walk her to the door like he always did, and slipped her arm around him for a hug. Their hugs always started as little friendly half-assed squeezes, but soon her other arm snaked around for a real hug. Taran was her whole world, really, when it came down to it. If something happened to him, the delicate fringe of sanity she'd maintained for so long would come unthreaded completely - and really, Tanith, a police officer with a badge and a lot of firepower, was not the one that anyone needed to necessary lose her shit.

"I'll see you around," she said with a smile. She turned and left, glancing over her shoulder as the door shut to catch just the corner of his face looking back at her. She took one look at the decrepit elevator and opted for the stairs, bounding down them and bursting out onto the slick streets that spoke of a fresh rain, and more on the way judging from the cloud cover she could see through the thick of the city lights.

"Another night in paradise," she muttered softly.