"What do you Mean We're 'on Duty'?"

[Nathaniel Harver]

Finally on their way to do what they did best he got into the car reaching over to get the lights. Not that they needed them but having them on the dash was easier in case they did. He glanced over when he caught the flash of a gun barrel at the corner of his eye stilling, but relaxed at JJ was just checking things out. At least the great ape was somewhat responsible with that thing. What they did not need what the hot head shooting it off at every opportunity. Nate knew though that the meat head preferred his fists when it came down to it. From personal experience.

"You were off. I was not. You are my partner. Therefore, you get to go with." He was pretty sure he'd already explained this, but he was also sure he'd have to explain it at least six more times. Sighing he adjusted his glasses before putting the keys into the ignition. The second the chair turned on Lee Dewyze's "Sweet Serendipity" filled the car. "Watch it I still haven't gotten the last dent you put in my car out."

Foot on the accelerator he eased the car away from the parking space. Luckily the vandilism wasn't actually that far away from the bar. Which probably just meant something for the neighborhood. Nate didn't know why the thick necked jerk was complaining that much it wasn't like this was going to take that long.

[JJ Johnson]

JJ grunted, still tapping his hand against the side of the car. "You mean you were a little bitch and needed me to help you do your job," he said, obviously meaning about one word in three. He didn't care if Nate had explained it before, and he'd probably still insist on an explanation or bring it up again before they were finished doing their... thing. JJ thought it involved cleaning something up, littering, maybe? no, even Harver could handle some littering. Must be vandalism, yeah, that was right, vandalis---

"What the hell is this shit?" asked JJ, finally realizing what was playing on the radio. He of course had either not heard or was simply ignoring Nate's comment about the car. "You listen to some horrible music, you know that? This guy sounds just awful, and this song is total crap. It needs like four times as many guitars and about half as much autotune," of course, all the music JJ listened to had squealing, shrieking guitars, not to mention people growling. Some rap too, of course, but that wasn't nearly as bad as the other.

"This ain't far, right?" asked JJ, looking over at Nate. "I'd like to salvage as much of this night as I can," practically growling all the way.

[Nathaniel Harver]

Yes, he was a bitch actually because he was doing the oaf's work to save himself from getting punched. Not that it would have to hurt, but the fact of the matter was he disliked it. He was perfectly fine with being a bitch as long as it meant his life went smoother.

Sighing he switched off the music wishing he'd just done the stupid drive around by himself. Why did he come and get the jerk? Oh, right because he figured the giant could at least do this part of the job. The idea that he could make JJ do anything was laughable, but hey, he got him in the car didn't he? The Hulk might be the king of douche bags, but hey at least he was dedicated to the job. "Do you even know what real music sounds like? What people sound like without machines helping them?"

Nate steered the car around a corner and for a fleet second wondered what would happen if he ran them right into a wall. Sadly enough they would probably both live, and walk away from it. "Yeah, yeah, I'll get you back in time to dilly some poor wench or bar maid. Pillage a town or two." Rubbing his forehead he didn't figure his partner would even understand the insult.

[JJ Johnson]

JJ grunted in satisfaction as Nate turned off the music. Score one for the big guy. The comment just had him chuckling though. "You think that guy wasn't doing that without machines? Man, you're dense," which had JJ chuckling even more. Yes, JJ did think (for some reason) that he was smarter than Nate, despite all the (abundant) evidence to the contrary. If asked, JJ would probably insist that he was simply better than Nate in every conceivable way, right down to, well, parts better not mentioned on a PG-13 site (it rhymes with "stick").

And no, no he did not get the insult, at least, not in the way Nate had hoped: "Damn straight I'm gonna get me some! It's like one of those viking guys, right? They got a show for that shit. Man, that would be the life: sailing from town to town, fighting and fucking," JJ sighed, clearly pining for the old days when he would truly be the alpha male his mind kept convincing him that he, in fact, was. He leaned back a little into the seat, clearly enjoying the daydream too much to argue or say anything.

That's right: he thought being compared to a raping barbarian was a compliment, which, let's face it, Nate should've seen coming.

[Nathaniel Harver]

"As dense as a piece of paper." He grumbled tempted to turn the music back on, and find something even more offensive to the oaf. Maybe jack up the Josh Groban or someone equally talented. Because obviously the thick necked officer knew nothing about actual talent. Instead he listened to computerized phonies.

They were almost to the scene so he slowed down checking the side streets. Wanted to make sure that the area was actually clear, you know, do his job. He wasn't surprised, he wished he had the ability to be surprised by the neanderthal, but he wasn't. "You were born in the wrong century." His partner would probably have been crowned a king amongst such people. With his hard hitting fists, seemingly invincible, and the mindset of a virile dog.

Nate pointed at the trashed store front and vulgar graffiti. "There it is, man that looks worse than a little vandalism." Glancing around he slowed to the curb hesitant to ask what he had to ask. "Do you want to get out and check it out? Rather than possibly get sent back by the chief to delay your lovely night?" Maybe if he made it sound like he could get laid quicker he'd cooperate.

[JJ Johnson]

JJ didn't hear the grumble, or at least didn't pay attention. He was wrapped up in his own little fantasies. Of course, he'd offer comment if Nate pulled up, say, that Josh Groban guy. Always sounded like he'd had his nuts removed before he started singing. Wuss. Then again, Nate was a wuss, which explained the wussy taste in music.

Which probably also explained why he didn't think that being a Viking would be awesome. JJ, again showing his innate lack of understanding things like conversation, nodded at Nate's statement. "Heck yeah! I'd be a freakin' Viking chief or something! Get one of those captive hottie strapped to me, alternate between the pretty boys and the pretty girls," and of course JJ held his hands out as if gripping an invisible being and humped his hips several times in a highly suggestive manner.

Thankfully for Nate, they reached their destination. JJ turned to look at the storefront, letting out a whistle. He popped open the door even before Nate suggested that he look around. "Hell yeah, this looks interesting. Got a flashlight or something?" JJ leaned back in, rummaging around for a bit. Soon he had what he wanted and walked back out, shining the light around and taking in the graffiti. "Guys were pretty damn thorough, I mean, damn," he let out another low whistle while walking around, investigating, looking for clues and seeing if there was anything they could really do.

[Nathaniel Harver]

That's it tomorrow he's going to get a cd of Broadway's greatest show tunes "stuck" in the cd player. It would probably make his partner incredibly annoying but it would be worth it if it grated on the jerks nerves. Sometimes childish payback was worth a little pain. considering all the crap that overly violent idiot put him through.

Yes, wrong century. He couldn't help but gawk at him for a moment surprisingly shocked by the moronic words coming out of that vulgar mouth. You'd think after all this time he'd be immune to it, but certain special instances such as this one hit home that JJ's mind was completely disgusting. His eyes drifted down to the moving hips and he felt his gut twist in revulsion. Why did he have to get stuck with this guy? Why? What kind of karmic backlash was he getting for this? What did he do?

Sighing in relief that they found the crime scene he was glad that evidence of violence tended to distract his partner. He actually got his gun out of the glove compartment not wanting to run into anything without his weapon. Also grabbing a flash light he joined Officer Johnson on the sidewalk to inspect the damage. "Better check for any evidence that the place got looted. It was just a vandalism call in maybe this happened afterwards."

[JJ Johnson]

JJ turned his flashlight around, peering into the dark. His brain might be a little fuzzy from the few drinks he had, though JJ would just claim that made him sharper. It made him tougher and, if possible, more reckless, which in JJ land was essentially the same thing. He directed the beam, following some graffiti and stuff that had been strewn along a wall, walking down it. He heard Harver's comment and grunted, waving off his partner with one hand.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just looking like vandalism and stuff. Probably just a bunch of punks from the academy," though JJ didn't see any evidence of mutant powers used here. You usually saw something if the mutants were involved, because they could never quite contain themselves, stupid kids. Sure, JJ had been like that as a kid, but he'd definitely been cooler and tougher.

He even snorted as he read some of the graffiti. "Man, whoever did this was stupid," he said, following the words with his flashlight. "They didn't even spell 'mutie' right.' No, they'd written Mu-t instead, which just looked, well, dumb, in JJ's expert opinion.

[Nathaniel Harver]

Looked like someone had tossed something through some glass, but like his partner suspected nothing seemed to be gone. Most times he didn't trust J.J, but the guy usually took work seriously. Sometimes he might get overly zealous, okay nearly always, but still he did the active part of the job well. More so when it involved violence.

"Wouldn't that be more an insult to academy kids though?" He didn't really keep up with the academy unless he was assigned. It wasn't like he was old or anything but he didn't understand all of what kids did now, or how they acted. The generation gap was enough that teenagers just confused and annoyed him. "Well, either way looks like it's mostly just minor damage, and spray paint. Nothing horrible."

Which was a giant relief this meant that he could call it in and just go home. The quicker he could ditch the "viking king" the better. Just hopefully he could ditch him, and not have the bugger cling to him like a parasite for the rest of the night. "I'll go call it in. You just....don't break anything... more."

[JJ Johnson]

"Pfft, they're tagging their turf," insisted JJ, jerking a thumb confidently toward the wall and nodding. "I've seen this kind of stuff before. You make sure to call it in, let them know that the damn Academy kids are starting something."

JJ looked at it, scratching at the scruff of his neck. Harver had already agreed to go call it in, which meant less work for JJ, which he always approved of. However, he still couldn't help but wonder if there wasn't something he could do with this. The Academy was just begging to be taken down a peg, what with all their superiority and junk. JJ just didn't have the faintest idea of where to start except, well calling this in and blaming it on the Academy.

Sounded like a plan to him.

"C'mon, it isn't like I can do much worse," snorted JJ. he began looking around, gesturing a few times to help indicate just how bad it was. As he drew close to a few areas though, JJ actually paused and bent down, examining. Maybe he could make it worse... just do a little here, little there. He smiled at the thought, before looking back at Harver. Little shit might say something... or he might not, not if JJ did something.

The slightly inebriated cop gave a nearby trashcan a little nudge with his foot, just to see how his "partner" would react to the relatively loud noise that came about as a result.

[Nathaniel Harver]

Like he didn't know when a gang tagged their area like a bunch of cats urinating all over the place. He glanced over at the colorful words on the building then to his partner. The guy probably did a lot of marking back in his day, heck the guy did plenty of marking now. Just a bunch of animals marking what they think is there's. Nothing really truly belong to anyone. It could all be taken away. It could all be burned, destroyed, stolen, or it could just get up and walk away in living being instances.

Rolling his eyes he headed back to the car to call in leaving the barbarian to watch the site. Probably not the best idea but one of them had to do actually work. "Hey, Suzie, yeah I found the caveman. Yep, looks like a run of the mill gang tag. Some windows are broken though. Nah, nothing looks stolen just trashed. Oh, the mighty King of the Vikings thinks it's the academy again." He thunked his head against the doorframe of his car as he listened to her go off about how it's not always the academy kid's fault. Just because the woman had a kid that went there. "Yes, I know Suz I-Shit. No, not you Suz..."

Nate peered over the car at his partner really hoping he hadn't heard what he'd thought he'd just heard. "No touchy!" He snapped glaring uselessly. "Dangit, yes I'm here. No, I'm not going to make him take a breathalyzer test. Because I don't want a black eye. No, I can't hit him with my billie club. Because chief said it's against policy." Voice deadpan through most of this he was seriously going to put in for a new partner. Again. "What? Susan! He's not my dog! Jeez...Okay, okay talk to you tomorrow. Night."

After cutting off the radio he decided to go look to see what damage his incorrigible partner had inflicted upon the already damage store front. He just hoped it wasn't too bad, the more details he had to put in the report about the damage the longer it would take. And that would seriously cut into his doing nothing time.

[JJ Johnson]

Fortunately for Nate, JJ didn't hear most of what his partner said. There was too much rooting around like a dog in garbage for that, not to mention the kicking that had finally gotten Nate's attention. JJ looked back over his shoulder, glaring at his partner. "Who said I touched anything?" He demanded, sounding about as huffy as a spoiled teenager who was just told that she couldn't take daddy's car out for a joy ride.

He gave another trashcan a nudge with his foot, looking over his shoulder again. Were he lucky, Nate would be talking with Suzie, who just could not shut up. JJ was totally convinced that the woman's vagina was just too dry and she desperately wanted a shot of vitamin J to fix he problems. Fat chance: JJ actually had some standards.

Right, back to improving the scene. JJ had just lifted up another trash can when Nate turned around. JJ looked at Nate, then at the can, then back at Nate again. "It was in the way," said JJ. He shifted, then smirked. "Seriously though: it's the damn Academy kids again. So why don't we just... improve their work a little, then call it in, and then watch those idiots at the Academy squirm?"

He would've said freaks except, well, both he and Nate technically counted among that lauded number.

[Nathaniel Harver]

Finished with the call in he made his way back over to the scene of the crime. Should he put some yellow tape up? Maybe that would discourage more people from messing with the store. Then again that involved more work, and it was entirely necessary. He'd probably get yelled at for not securing the area or whatever later but again, he didn't care.

Hands in his pockets he watched as his partner continued to act like an animal. More like a raccoon this time and he sighed suddenly feeling tired, or more tired. He just stood there as the neanderthal worked through the problem since he knew it was a slow brain process for the guy. "Right, course it was." Nate glanced down the street to see if anyone else bothered to respond to the call in. Looked like they were the only one's working tonight. Stupid small towns leaving it all to the station's rear end to do all the work.

"Did you see an academy kid? Did they write, P.S. Love the Academy?" He nudged a spray can with his foot then jerked his head toward the car. "Enough dumpster diving let's go. I already called it in." Like the toad didn't see him just call it in. Nate stood there for a second to see whether or not J.J was going to drag his feet on this. Wouldn't be a surprise. "Come on the night's wearing thin. You're wasting your chance on getting laid playing with garbage."

[JJ Johnson]

"always the Academy in this town," mumbled JJ. He squinted at the sign, looking for further proof of his wild theory. Sadly, nothing in the poorly written letters screamed Academy. JJ actually spent a few moments looking for the "P.S. Love the Academy" before realizing that Harver was being sarcastic. He then spent a few moments more seriously considering punching Harver until he got some sort of bodily reaction.

"Telling you," said JJ, turning and pointing, "the--wait, we're done? Fuck yeah," and just as if some sort of switch had been flicked, JJ dropped the whole Academy thing. He practically skipped his way back to the car, pausing only a moment to shake loose a few bits of trash. He did waste one more second looking over the graffiti, mostly to double-check that there wasn't some sort of tell-tale sign. He thought he saw something, but nothing he could make stick.

For now.

"Let's just get the hell out of here," mumbled JJ sourly, getting into the car and almost immediately pouting. Stupid call's ruining my night." And he meant that in so very, very many ways.