Post by Judy Hopps on Nov 20, 2017 18:14:29 GMT -5
Judy knew that any good officer had to have some idea of the local area. Even more importantly, they should have a good idea of where the unsavory types were likely to hang out. That way should, say, a kidnapping or something happen, they'd have people to go to, or at least places to go look. Even better if the cop was used to being seen in those sort of places.
Which all made great sense until you realized that Judy always stood out.
In this case, she was engaged in something complete normal: darts. She'd selected one of the boards nearish to the bar and sort of started tossing. She did alright; nothing to write home about, but not enough to look embarrassing. She might have been doing better if she hadn't been alternating between tossing and looking around. It probably didn't help that she still wore a pair of jeans and a comfortable looking flannel shirt. She may have looked at home in a country bar, but here she looked just a little off from most of the female clientele.
Judy threw her last dart, her eyes just flicking to catch some movement out of the corner of her eye. There: something, or hopefully someone, was just there. Try to ignore it. Judy just walked forward, started plucking darts. however, a noise behind her made her jump, quite literally, a few feet in the air. She tried to pull it off with a slow spin ,but she was pretty sure she'd already shown how uneasy this place was making her.
