"You don't get to sleep there in between calls yet. The unofficial rule states that you only get to sleep there after a successful five calls. Yeah?" He gave a flippant wave to the comfy couch that lay in the break room as the ceiling fan squeaked quietly above. You were a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed rookie with a certain pep in your step that he couldn't help but laugh good-naturedly at. He wasn't unenthusiastic about it, he just found the job of showing around a rookie to be a bit tedious. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and he lay one loosely tied boot in front of the other as he strolled through the seemingly humongous police station. "It used to be a museum or something. Art showcase area. Got a couple of statues and paintings scattered around here. If you're ever bored then a good time killer is to try and find every old art piece littered around the station."

He turned on his heels to meet your gaze as he lackadaisically leaned back against the small counter of the room and looked you over once or twice as if sizing up your worth before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if he'd just finished a drink. Internally he was wishing he had a bottle of something or was down at Jack's Bar, however he knew it would do him no good to day dream yet and instead promised himself that he'd make you buy him a drink at some point and claim it was also an "unspoken rule"