Is That A Mirror In Your Pocket (JJ)

[JJ Johnson]

That smirk just made JJ want to punch the woman in the face. Which, he had to admit, would be a shame, considering how hot that face was. Still, he supposed that he'd just make sure it was pointing away from him when he inevitably took her, because oh, that was so in JJ's plans. Give her a little and see what she thought of it. Couldn't do that now; and in truth, it was highly unlikely that JJ would ever get to realize his plans, though it wouldn't stop his lurid imagination from painting the image all over the canvas of his inner mind.

He didn't leer for the moment though, wanting to at least be in the lead. She'd won; there was no arguing that, but JJ would be damned if he was going to act like she had. Sorcha wasn't going to let him though, throwing out her barbed comments. Just hearing them made JJ snarl, and he shot a quick look over her shoulder that promised that this was far from over, despite whatever official business had been settled. He knew what she looked like and where she worked; he'd get her eventually. Cops could make things damned hard for people, and JJ had no qualms about abusing his powers at every opportunity.

"You'd better get the little shits back to your little school," he said, practically spitting the words. He stopped outside the office, grunting and jerking his head toward the door. She wanted to see the kids so damn bad, she could go in first, and at his command, of course. This way he could pretend he still had any control over the situation and get a nice look at Sorcha's ass in the process. Win/win, and he definitely needed a few of those.

[Sorcha Adams]

The smug smile stayed firmly plastered across Sorcha's face in spite of the glares and gruff comments being shot her way. She thought she'd handled the situation pretty well and in the end everything had worked out in her favor without the situation turning really ugly. While she was confident enough in her abilities to believe that she could have held her own in a fight she was still relieved that she'd managed to avoid one and then have to deal with the ramifications of possibly shifting in town as a result.

As they arrived outside the office and the officer ushered her in with his gruff, sore loser attitude she gave him another smile, opened the door and sauntered into the office where the students were arranged in several chairs or against the wall. None of them looked any worse for wear, though they certainly didn't look comfortable, either.

"Alright you buncha troublemakers, everyone up. Thank the nice officers for babysitting you and let's go," she said, waving the students out the door after their mumbled and slightly exasperated thank you's were offered. They didn't have too far to walk before they'd get to the van, then she could drop them off at administration and be done with the whole mess. She told them where to find the van and let them set off ahead of her to save a little time.

"I guess this is where we say goodbye," she said, turning to face the angry officer before she moved to brush past him once she'd gotten the last kid out the door and headed in the direction of the borrowed car. "Thank you so much for your... help." And hopefully she'd never have to deal with him again.

[JJ Johnson]

JJ glowered at Sorcha, and at the students. They flinched at first; he did look imposing if nothing else, which did a little to salve JJ's wounded pride. However, the students weren't stupid: they could see who had the power here. Sorcha wielded her authority well, and while JJ blustered and attempted well, he mostly attempted to demand it. The difference was palpable. Still, when a student almost smiled at JJ and the officer narrowed his eyes to slits, they realized that lack of authority or no, this was still a big, pissed off guy.

A few mumbled thanks at JJ as they passed, one doing so with a pretty strong sarcastic flavor. JJ flinched toward the kid, who scuttled around. Satisfied, JJ  grunted and put his hands to his belt, watching the kids leave. Sorcha turned soon after, facing JJ down. He glowered at her, but he knew he couldn't do anything...

now.

But JJ was definitely memorizing that face. He'd get to her sometime; he always did. That was the advantage of being one of the few mutant cops in Kalispell: he got to deal with these issues fairly often. Had to have a mutant on hand to make sure that things didn't get too far out of control. JJ did satisfy himself with watching Sorcha go, his mind painting pictures that reality would likely never allow.