"Hiyoriiiii~" An older man sing-songed as he walked over to her desk. Oh, please god, just let me work, she thought as he moved some stuff over on her desk and sat himself down on the corner of it. Damn it. "What is it this time, Tenjin? I'm almost done filling out this report on the God of Calamity," she said with slight frustration.
"Goodness, Hiyori, give it a rest already. We've been chasing him for months, it's not like anything's going to change tonight." His nonchalant attitude towards a killer really irked her, but she decided to hold her tongue. She shuffled through a few more papers, doing her best to ignore him. "Hiyori," the man started, before she let out a huge sigh. "Hey, hear me out, okay!" She crossed her arms over her chest, swiveling her chair to face away from the persistent old man. "I'm having a small get together for the whole department as a thank you for your hard work," she continued to face away from him, hoping her obvious disinterest was enough to send him away, but of course, he kept on talking. "I'd like you to come, it'd be a good thing to think about something other than work for a change." At this, she decided to speak up.
"How can I relax when people are still dropping left and right, and we don't have so much as clue as to where this killer is?" She covered her mouth, mentally cursing herself for letting her temper slip out a little bit. Jumping at the hand placed on her shoulder, she turned around to face her boss. "Look Hiyori, you've been working nonstop, tracking this guy down, and we've got next to nothing. Take some time to relax, I'm positive it'll make some of this stress go away." She opened her mouth to protest, when he cut her off. "Consider it mandatory, wear something nice," he said with a wide smile, patting her shoulder before walking back to his office and closing the door. She followed him with her eyes, mumbling small insults, before turning back and getting her files back in order
She glanced at her watch. 8:30 already, she thought to herself. Hiyori started to get her files organized and into her bag to take home when she was ambushed by her coworkers, who just so happened to be her best friends from high school. How the trio ended up in the same precinct was unknown to her. She never figured them to be interested in the same line of work as her, but then again, she could see them taking on the job just to stick together. The short haired brunette bounced over to her, slinging her arm around the shoulder's of the black haired woman. "Are you excited for the party?" Akira questioned, giving her friend a slight squeeze. Hiyori just grumbled in response. "Aw, come on, party pooper, it's not every day the Director invites us to a personal party. Besides you might meet somebody," Ami chimed in, causing Hiyori to blush as she shrugged off her friend's arm. "Shut up! I'm only going to go to hello to Tenjin, and then I'm leaving," she huffed as she tossed her bag over her shoulder, walking out of the office, attempting to leave the two behind.
Hiyori kicked off her shoes and tossed her bag on the small couch she had in the corner. She lived in a small apartment, one bedroom, one bath, a joke of a kitchen, and a small balcony. It wasn't much by any means, but it did what it was supposed to do. Besides, she practically lived at work anyway. She rubbed her face in slight annoyance, not looking forward to whatever party her boss managed to conjure up, and made her way into her room, opening the small closet door. Like I'll have anything "nice" in here, she thought to herself as she flicked passed dress shirt after dress shirt, her entire wardrobe consisting of nothing but bland business-like clothes. "Maybe…" Grabbing a sleek black dress hidden in the depths of the closet, she held it against herself, looking at her reflection in the mirror attached to the closet door. She slid out of her pencil skirt, and tossed her shirt to the side, standing in nothing but a black set of underwear. She gave herself a glance over in the mirror, running her hands down her sides, admiring the curves of her body. She always was proud of her figure, even though I have no one to show it off to, bitterly thinking to herself. Shaking her head, she grabbed the dress and quickly put it on, looking back in the mirror. The dress definitely left nothing to imagination, her underwear lines showing through the tight dress. "Definitely not," she commented, before shrugging the dress off, and opting for a plain black skirt and a red dress shirt. Nice and simple, just how she preferred.
As if on cue, Hiyori's phone began to ring as she was putting the finishing touches on her light make up. She just let it buzz on her counter, knowing exactly who it was. She snapped her make up kit closed and tossed it in her small black purse, scooping up everything else she needed and stepped out the door. As expected, her friends were in the parking lot, laying into the horn, acting like they were back in high school. She clicked her tongue as she descended the stairs, almost embarrassed that someone would see her getting in a car with people so immature.
After couple of quick greetings and awkward hugs, they were on their way towards the party. Hiyori, feeling a creeping sense of dread, dug around in her purse and took out a small pill bottle, gaining the attention of the woman in the passenger seat. "Woah! Whatcha got, Yori? Something fuuuuuun?" Ama shifted in her seat, itching to get a better view of whatever her friend was about to take. "Oo oo, I wanna see!" Akira chirped as she attempted to turn around too, swerving the car a little. "Keep your eyes on the road!" Hiyori cried as she grabbed onto the back of the driver seat out of reflex. "And, at some point between leaving work and getting here did you forget that we're cops? It's just advil," the annoyance in her voice obvious. She tapped 3 of the little pills in her hand, taking them with water from a bottle that was in the car for who knows how long.
The black haired woman shivered as they went down, rubbing her temples.
Tonight was going to be a long night.