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angeloconnor​:

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“What—?” Angel shuts her mouth as soon as she sees Arthur bringing his finger up over his lips. It doesn’t stop her from frowning, her eyes narrowing and brows furrowing into even deeper confusion when the sheriff reveals a uniform fit for a janitor. She watches him, not really sure she follows whatever the hell he’s going on about. If it had been any of the other Larimer County Sheriff Department’s finest, her notoriously short, O’Connor temper might’ve flared with annoyance and landed her in even deeper trouble. Arthur, however, is Arthur. He’s…different to say the least. If her father heard her utter such a thing, he’d roll around in his grave, except the son of a bitch isn’t dead — or at least she doesn’t think so. She would be so lucky. But Sheriff Callahan is unlike pretty much every cop she’s come across. The two of them, they have a history that branches out across a decade. Run ins and slaps on the wrist when her offenses at times warranted consequences a little more serious. She never questioned it, never asked why he wasn’t tough on her or tried to force her into a Beyond Scared Straight situation. Oh well. If he was willing to risk his ass to save hers, who is she to tell him not to? 

It finally registers when the presumably old jumpsuit lands in Angel’s lap. Another Arthur Callahan favor, another time she will not be taking it for granted. She quickly moves up to her feet, trying to figure out the uniform herself. “I’m not—“ She stops herself as she instinctively catches the hat. If it’s between going to jail and wearing the damn thing, the choice is pretty damn obvious. Sighing, she whips her hair into a half assed bun and puts the hat on. This is really happening. She puts one leg in and then the other, hopping into the uniform and pulling it up the rest of the way. It’s obviously too big, but beggars can’t be choosers. He’s right, though. Her height does help. “So what the fuck happens when they notice I’m gone?” Angel asks, keeping her voice down. “It’s not like I’m walking out of this place super casually, and you’re gonna do whatever you do. I’m sneaking out of here in a disguise,” She looks down at the garment hanging off her body and back up again at the sheriff. 

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“That’s for me to worry about.” Arthur said back to her. It was a miracle they got along as well as they did, which from the outside looking in probably didn’t look like much of a friendship. But, Arthur liked to think there was a mutual respect. As much as there could be, anyways. Angel O’Connor was a nightmare on legs, and if he took his job seriously she would have always made it ten times harder than it needed to be. Mutually beneficial, that’s the word. Not respect. She got to carry on doing her O’Connor things and Arthur didn’t have mountains of paperwork, and somewhere within the benefits, was an odd friendship. 

The sight of Angel in the huge janitor overalls made Arthur stifle a laugh, maintaining his composure for this serious top secret mission he had dragged her into. “There’s a walkway that leads out the back, pretty sure I was meant to arrange getting one of the cameras fixed a while back but you know...crime doesn’t sleep.” he gestured, carefully choosing his words for, I couldn’t be fucking bothered. “By the time I send Gabe round to do the checks, you’ll already be out of the system.” It made sense in his head, and while dangerously illegal it had never stopped him before. “I’ll walk out first, you hang back a little and then follow me. Walk slow, keep your head down. But like I said, it’s pretty empty where we’ll be walking. You’ll be fine, just don’t fall over those...” Arthur gestured to the huge leg holes that hid Angel’s shoes and once again tried to fight a laugh. He then nodded to her, making his exit from the cell and taking a casual stroll away. Whistling to add to the very calm and casual events that were about to transpire.

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farahxkhan​:

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Farah shakes her head insistently, “no, no, I didn’t –– I don’t…I didn’t call you,” she finally works out, even if it’s really anyone’s guess whether she did or didn’t. But why would she call Arthur of all people? That’s just ridiculous. Farah nods as he repeats the name of the show and laughs, “you –– you would…you would fall asleep,” she reminds him though he probably doesn’t even remember. And then there came a point where she’d stopped trying to watch with him altogether. Though she doesn’t remember those specifics now as she laughs again. “Are you…mad?” She frowns, trying to imitate his face, drawing her brows together dramatically. “You should smile more, Arty.” Farah pokes his cheek, “it’s the b-best,”When he says he’ll have a drink, Farah’s face breaks into a grin as she nods vehemently, “I promise.” she says, drawing an x across her heart even if she’s too intoxicated to determine whether she means it or not. Regardless, she gets the attention of a server and points at Arthur, “bourbon!” she practically shouts over the music, oblivious to the fact that he’s in uniform. 

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Arthur slowly realized that speaking any kind of sense to Farah wasn’t going to work so he just nodded, but to be honest her accusation of him falling asleep sounded accurate and he laughed. Maybe if he had been more attentive he wouldn’t have two ex wives, but well...they weren’t exes for the same reasons. “I’m not mad, I just...wanted to go home.” he admitted, and then pointed at her. “And take you back to your home so you can sleep this off.” He supposed it was good she was having fun. So he frowned again, more in need of a drink than before. “Wait, let me...” he removed his Sheriff star from his shirt and tucked it into the front pocket as if that would make any difference to sitting in a strip club in full uniform. How he had a job was beyond him but for some reason nobody ever fucking fired him, no matter how hard he tried. Before he knew it, a tray of drinks were in front of them and he groaned. He was never going to leave this place was he? He had visions of himself stripping to Bad Boys by Inner Circle for the rest of his days. “Farah, come on. Just one!”

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milliestanley​:

Millie’s fingers tapped on the cart and she let out a nervous laugh. She hated the response that was about to push out of her mouth not only because she didn’t mean it but because Arthur would see right through it. Just like her sibster would and anyone else that knew about her past, err, present marriage. “Weird as in I’m no longer a widow because my husband isn’t dead after all and he’s come home.” She planted the fakest of smiles on her face. “And I’m so happy, we’re going to go back to normal-” a lump in her throat stalled her rehearsed script that Cade had dictated to her at gun point. She quickly used her sleeve to wipe away a tear before it could fall and cleared her throat, still unable to look up. “We’re going to go back to a normal, happy family again.” Millie sniffed and let out a slow breath. “Cade likes multi-grain, so we’re switching back to that,” she nodded, keeping the smile fixed. “You know, compromises.” Nothing with Cade was ever a compromise. She suddenly wondered if Casey had said anything to Arthur, she’d forgotten the night she stopped by. It already seemed like months ago even though it was just a couple weeks.

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Arthur’s expression dropped quickly, because he was under the belief that the rumors were just there to spark paranoia or get under people’s skin but now seeing Millie retreating back into a shell brought back a multitude of memories. Not just of her time with Cade but his mother, all the signs he wished he saw sooner. Still, Arthur would never lose his anger around Millie or let his frustration show with any aggression. He bowed his head, looking at the stupid fucking bread and back to her again. “Right.” he nodded, hooking his thumbs through his belt loops as he just stood there, letting it all sink in for a moment. This time Cade was going to be dead and Arthur would hover over his body until he couldn’t feel a pulse. "We need to get you out of there, Millie. I can figure out somewhere to put you and the kids until this all blows over.” he suggested quietly, meaning somewhere they can be safe until he killed the fucker. “Don’t say no, let me help.”

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tatexstanley​:

while it feels normal to spend time with casey, tate always gets a flutter in his stomach of excitement. but it’s become so normal he never has any idea on how to ask for an actual date, a proper one. it seems impossible and it doesn’t help that he knows casey’s father keeps a close eye on him wherever he can. like right now, the sheriff appearing from nowhere and spinning tate on his heel to start walking the other way. “oh!” he exclaims in mild surprise, his hand still up from where he was ready to knock the door. “we were…i was…we’re practicing for this thing for the kids where casey plays some music and i read.” he tries to explain but is already walking in the given direction arthur is steering him in. “yeah…sure. i can just text her and let her know i’ll be a little bit late, i guess.” just when he ensured he was a little earlier so he could perhaps get the courage to talk to her about…stuff. “where are we walking to? ambrosia isn’t far if you want a coffee?”

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“Sounds great, they’ll love it.” Arthur grumbled back in response, keeping his arm around Tate so they looked like two buddies out for a stroll. His eyes rolled when Tate did the little goody two shoes act for texting Casey, did he think Arthur would buy it? “Whatever you need to do.” he added, holding a little tighter so Tate couldn’t grab his phone. He wasn’t actively trying to sabotage whatever Tate and his daughter had...or didn’t have. He really did just want to talk. “No, no coffee. Just a walk.” he pointed, almost dragging Tate with him by now. “We’ll circle the block a few times until we’re done talking. How does that sound? Get our steps in.” Arthur had never once cared about his fitbit’s numbers but it was a good excuse for times like this. “So, Tate.” he cleared his throat to get started. “You know by now that Casey is...well, she’s my first daughter and the only little thing I have left of my first wife.” Which meant she was precious, rare and all the more special. “And I want to make sure that all this time she spends with you, is actually going to be worth it. You get what I’m saying, Tate?”

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and i hope when i get old i dont sit around thinking about it but i probably will

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milliestanley​:

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“You sir, need to work on your detective skills. Why would I ever want to avoid you?” A nervous laugh followed because she could tell he already knew. Despite what people wanted to think or say about Arthur Callahan he was quite good at his job when he wanted to be. He was just a little lost, sometimes. Just like her Cordelia. An exhausted snort of a laugh fell out about the bread. “No, maybe, I don’t like it. I never have but I uh, I think I have to start buying it again for a little while.” She nodded as if she was trying to convince herself of the words too. Millie put the bread in the front of the cart and pulled at her coat to tighten it around herself. She was a bad liar because she didn’t do it. In fact she hated it altogether. There were enough lies and secrets in her family growing up, she didn’t ever want to continue the practice. It gave her physical discomfort to stand there and do it to one of her oldest friends. “Sorry, Art, things are just um,” she remembered what Charlie called it. “Weird right now at home. I didn’t want to bore you with all of it. How are you, though? Eating alright? Blood pressure okay?”

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Arthur laughed with her momentarily and then shrugged. “That’s exactly what I’m saying, you’d never avoid me.” he said heartily, which just so begged the big question on why she was. He looked between the bread and back to Millie, brows furrowing as all sorts of alarm bells started ringing. “Uhuh.” he grumbled, calculating all the things that could be going on. He was hoping the rumors about Cade were just that, but he hadn’t seen Millie like this in a long time. “Why? If you don’t like it?” he asked, growing slightly more serious as the time ticked on. As soon as Millie tried to deflect things to his health, there was a full frown on Arthur’s face and a stern look that said everything he didn’t. “Weird as in you wanna redecorate or weird as in we need to have a proper talk?”

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farahxkhan​:

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“How did you end up here,” Farah asks with a hiccup, taking a swig of her drink as she pats his arm. They used to have fun…a long time ago. She doesn’t remember what happened. When that stopped. Strip clubs were fun. Maybe she should’ve been a dancer, that would’ve been fun. “She’s–– no no.” Farah shakes her head vehemently, which is a mistake because even seated, she tips into Art’s side. Had she been sober, she would’ve leapt aside the moment they came within two feet of each other but she’s far from sober and instead burst into a fit of giggles. “She’s the queen, Arty. Danielle. Danny. Not Danny. Daniel? Dani.” Farah snaps her fingers, the name coming to her. “Dani! Throne of Games. Game of–” she slurs, “thrones!” And when she finally gets it right, she’s met with applause from some of the girls beside her. Farah beams before furrowing her brows. “We can’t leave,” she insists, “you just…you’re here!” Farah shoves her drink at him in generous offering. “I’ll share,” Farah nods, “I’m great at sharing.”

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“You called me.” Arthur deadpanned, blinking a few times as he tried to get his phone out of his pocket and check to see if he had imagined it. How many drinks did Farah have between the call and his arrival? Arthur wondered if he had tumbled into the twilight zone or a different dimension entirely as he watched Farah hiccup and slur her way through the words. “Okay, Game of Thrones.” he nodded, treating his ex-wife how you were supposed to respond to dementia delusions. “Whatever the hell that is.” he mumbled quietly to the dancer, who was sitting on the other side of him. He supposed there were worse people to be squished between. Like Gabe and Dewey. That wouldn’t have been a funny story to tell. “I came to get you, Farah ‘cause you said you didn’t know how you could get home.” Arthur wasn’t sure how he was supposed to get her off the seats without touching her, and their legs touching was already weird enough. “Okay, if I have a drink, will you get in the car so I can take you home?” he asked, thinking he’d be able to just take a sip and convince her drunk ass he had been there for an hour.

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ethanjxnes​:

Ethan had always liked Arthur’s company, even if his methods as a Sheriff were a little shady. He reckoned everybody was a little shady, so he didn’t judge and he was grateful for the help he was giving for Jason’s justice. “God dammit, how come we got like 14k phones or whatever they’re called but security cams are like how I used to watch TV?” he sighed. “Surely they got a list of names they think are capable? And I know Diego has said for us to not start pointing fingers, but it’s obvious…right?” Ethan didn’t want to seem like a crazed family member throwing conspiracies around. “Nothing our side either only that everyone’s story checks out, so it wasn’t one of us.” he sipped his beer, sighing again. “Unless they’re not telling me because they know I’ll be ending this truce with my bare hands.”

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Blaze always had a lot of time for the Sheriff and he trusted Arthur too, both of them had a shared secret which they knew they’d take to their graves together. “Now, I’m no cop but if it was a planned attack then someone had to know we were being evacuated to the school, right?” Blaze thought it sounded like a good lead, and didn’t trust other cops to follow it. “And how do we know these Irish fucks…” he whispered so nobody overheard. “…aren’t all over the case to cover their own tracks?” Blaze suggested passionately, wanting to know the truth about his good friend and so Ethan could have answers about his family. “I’ve not heard anything either, Eth. I don’t think we’d hide anything from you if someone did know something.”

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Arthur shrugged, which was probably the least helpful response a Sheriff could give in the situation but at least he wasn’t on duty and this was a simple drink with a few friends. “I’d have to back up Diego on this one, Ethan.” he finally said giving a downward smile. “For now, at least. No point in bloodshed without the facts, which is what I’m guessing his thought process is too.” Arthur could be diplomatic when needed but waiting for more definitive answers helped him mentally prepare for how much work was going to land on his desk. Blaze made some good points and Arthur pointed with a breadstick as he nodded and then bit into it. “We don’t know anything, they could be. That’s the whole point, not even sure if the answer we do end up getting will even be true. Have to think outside the box. But, before we make ourselves go crazy with all these questions, think we should try and enjoy ourselves?”

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milliestanley​:

where: rancher’s grocery

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For a week she had avoided talking to pretty much everyone unless their paths crossed organically. That’s why she quickly changed aisles at the market when she spotted Arthur. Not only had she not made her normal stops to the sheriff’s department that week, but also because she was fully convinced he could see right through any kind of facade she tried to put on. Just like her sibster, Blaze, and probably her children would. Millie found herself zoned out in front of the bread selection. She got caught up trying to remember if Cade liked wheat or white bread or was it multi-grain? Millie didn’t notice Art had appeared in the same section until it was too late to make a break for it (even though she did attempt it). “Hey, there, um, big guy,” she plastered on a fake smile and shifted awkwardly. “How, uh, how are you?”

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As much as Arthur hated it when Millie appeared at the department, trying to swap all of his pastries for apples and his sugary coffee for water, it didn’t feel right to not see her for a week. At first, he thought she was busy. Maybe her troublemaker Charlie had been a handful, or Tate finally snapped and tried to murder the Stanley’s in their sleep. It wasn’t until he saw her small frame swap aisles that Art was forced to face other possibilities. Was it something he said? Did he fart too loudly last time they spoke and she had to witness the aftermath? He had no idea how Farah coped when they were married, but he knew they were part of the divorce reason. Or had to be. “That was funny, for a moment there it looked like you were avoiding me.” Arthur laughed even though it was quite obviously a loaded joke. “I’m good...just on a break.” When wasn’t he? He looked between the bread and his friend, thinking for a moment. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna swap over to wholegrain, Millie.”

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angeloconnor​:

Status: closed @sheriff-callahan​

Location: Larimer County Sheriff Department 

Maybe Finn won’t kill her. Maybe he’ll get a kick out of this little misunderstanding, something they both can get a good laugh at. Except, it really isn’t that much of a misunderstanding, is it? How was she supposed to know she could get arrested from an arrest warrant issued years ago in a different state? In her mind, the plan was always simple. She’d never set foot in Nevada again. Easy as that. But, her little plan didn’t take the literal law into consideration, which couldn’t have been dumber on her part. She realizes that now as she sits behind the bars of the cell. Yeah, Finn’s definitely going to fucking kill her. Fuck. Angel sighs as she taps the soled toes of her beat up Converse together. Even though she’s putting off her phone call, there’s no way her brother doesn’t know by now. She might as well get her story straight while she has the time. Where should she start? What the old charges against her are? Why she got stopped by the police today in the first place? Angel sighs again, moving to rest her elbows on her thighs and slide her fingers up into her hair. What’d the cop say? If she seeks counsel, they could fight the charges and avoid going back to Nevada. If not, she’ll have to wait through the extradition process in jail for 30 days or something like that. Goddamnit, Angel.

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When Arthur heard from other officers about the troublesome Angel O’Connor sitting behind bars, he laughed along before disappearing from the conversations completely. Now, he wasn’t a bleeding heart, he’d make sure absolutely nobody thought that of him. But Angel was...well, she could’ve been Casey. If life had been any crueler to his precious daughter, Casey could’ve been sat there right now. All it took was one decision for a domino effect, but still, Arthur was absolutely not a bleeding heart. He soon entered Angel’s cell, pushing his finger to his lips as he then revealed a janitor’s uniform he picked up from the store cupboard. “Looks like it’ll be a little big but...you’re tall, ain’t you?” he whispered, looking her up and down. It was hard to tell. He mumbled a little as he tried making sense of the garment, trying to open up the leg hole as if it was for her head. Giving up, he tossed it at her. “There’s a hat too.” he added, pulling the rolled up cap from his back pocket and also throwing it at her. “I looked it all up and obviously what we’re doing is illegal, but I’ll be able to...change a few things around. Make it a fine, or something, I don’t know. Press a few buttons.” he mumbled again, hands on his hips. Morgan could help him maybe. Or even if he told Dewey everything was filed wrong. Was he being too soft? Probably. “Only because the amount of paperwork this is gonna be is fucking awful and I wanna watch some David Attenborough tonight. I recorded it.” he scoffed, waiting for Angel to pull the overalls on. “Plus, that dumb fucking lawyer Avci would be who we gotta call up for you and I’m not in the mood for his chiseled face tonight.”

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farahxkhan​:

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“Art! Art!” Farah calls to her ex the moment she sees his burly form ambling through the strip club. She waves him over with an all too happy grin and gestures to the strippers sitting with her. “I made some…some new friends!” Never mind that several were topless, she takes his hand and tugs him to sit down beside her, or tries too. He’s like a mountain. A fluffy mountain. She doesn’t even remember calling him. The night’s a blur, she just remembers going out with…oh what was her name. Birdy? Billy? “Bunny!” Farah exclaims excitedly, tapping her head as she recalls her companion from earlier. She must’ve gone off somewhere, though because there’s no sign of the younger woman. But no matter. She reaches for her glass and gestures at the white blonde beside her. “This is Odyssey. Odys– Odessa. Doesn’t she look like…like oh… whats her name? Dragon lady. The Game of Dragons lady.” @sheriff-callahan​

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“How the hell did you end up here?” Arthur asked, stalking towards Farah. A cop in a strip club sounded like the start of a really bad joke, one he would definitely laugh at. In all the time they were separated for, Arthur had never been called upon for any drunken help and the last thing he was expecting was to be turning down his radio and sitting beside his ex wife surrounded by...breasts. “Farah, I got no idea what you’re talking about at the best of times. Game of Dragons? That like candy crush?” he squeezed onto the seating, pushing his legs together uncomfortably. “Excuse me.” Arthur then said politely to the blonde dancer, whatever the hell her name was. He wasn’t an easily embarrassed man but having both legs pushed beside a dancer’s and then Farah’s wasn’t something he usually experienced. “We gotta go, I’m on the clock.” he grumbled, not that he usually cared about the work-clock.

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