Overtime [Cameo]

After everything that happened, it was nice to be home. Usually that's never the case as long as Brittany occupies the place, but with Brooklyn here it makes up for that. Plus some peace and quiet is very much needed, which is why Vy automatically grabs her bundle of joy and goes off into their room. Best way to prevent the raft of her mother, is avoiding her all together. That's exactly what she plans on doing, no matter how deadly the stare she gets from the rude departure. Like Brittany can really expect anything more, she's the one that established the mother-daughter relationship that they have.

"Are you mad that I had you at a young age?" Vy questions to her two-year-old, that waddles around the bed like the active toddler she is. She does comprehend a lot for her age, but not to this extent. A confused chubby face is directed towards the older blonde, only evoking a smirk out of them both. Guess it doesn't matter, though with the news of Ky has her thinking far too much.

The little one is grabbed from jumping around the bed and pulled into a warm embrace. If it wasn't for Brooklyn who knows how Vy would be now, certainly not like this. All of it was extremely difficult, but just as much worth it. "Stop being so cute!" She demands as she laughs back to the giggles she's brought out. Then a distant knock interrupts her sensitive ears, and she stops the tickle-fest that Brooklyn is enjoying so much. "Who'd Nana invited over?" A question goes to the rugrat that only gives a shrug in return.




Knocks don't come to the door often, not unexpected ones that is. Usually it's someone leaving, since neither female likes to brag over who they live with. Nonetheless Brittany goes to the door to answer, a smile spreading across her cheeks as her eyes come across their visitor. It doesn't even fade when he share who he's looking for, no matter how disappointed she is that he's not here to visit her.

"Vanity? Sure come in." Brittany steps aside to let the stranger enter, not even needing more then that. Sounds like an Peacekeeper anyways, and an attractive man asking for her daughter is enough for her to invite him in. "Vanity get your ass over here!" She shouts rather sweetly to get across her dominance and pretend loving side. An innocent smile quickly coming across her features to retaliate when her gaze goes to the company.

From the bedroom nothing sounds good, and with a heavy sigh Vy scoops up Brooklyn so they can go see what's going on. She has no interest in any sort of interaction aside from her daughter, not after everything that's happened. But it's the familiar face of one of her higher ranks that greet her, and immediately she feels awkward holding the toddler on her hip. "Sir, is everything okay?" She questions while hiding away the tone that she hates his current presents. Not with Brittany here, who is already giving him a dirty look...and not in the fighting way.

Having a Peacekeeper at the door is never a good thing, even if he is in civilian clothes. For Vy it's just not a good sign, whether she knows O'Rourke or not. And for Brooklyn to be on her hip, and Brittany around? Cherry on top. As for the older Mother though, it's quite the opposite. An attractive man with a tittle is always an opportunity in her eyes, and in more ways then one. Someone to flirt with, or a reason to blame her daughter for anything. "What did you do Vanity?" Brittany remarks at the slightest pause, her voice not surprised but assuming. Quickly she's corrected though, a small grace.

"Yeah, figured you guys would come by at some point." Vy completely ignores her mother and focuses on addresses O'Rourle. Only feels natural to not add in more of those obsessive sirs since they're both out of uniform and at her house. "Go play with..mom." There's only a second of hesitation in her voice as she remembers what role to play, and she lets the little one down to run off. Of course she doesn't go to Brittany, but Vy can't blame her on that, she wouldn't either.

Now that she's obviously not in trouble, Brittany has nothing to work off of and her sharp tongue remains unsnapping. To no doubt she remains in the room though, leaning her shoulder against a doorframe far too seductively for Vy's taste. She's seen this game far too many times before. Apparently it's not only bluntly clear to her either, as O'Rourke questions if they should go somewhere more private.

In seconds Brittany's all-too suspicious glance burns holes into her daughter. "There's no such thing as privacy here." Vy jokes sarcastically, yet she is being serious. Her face doesn't share that though, only unconcerned and used to it, unpleased that someone she knows is here to witness Brittany. "It's fine." She assures with a shrug and a gesture to sit on the couch. No need of standing around awkwardly.

"Would you like anything to drink uhm..." Brittany trails off at her last word to imply her desire of wanting to know the fine young man's name. Nothing like fresh new blood.

There's no desire within O'Rourke to take a seat, and with a slight shake of his head he verbally declines. Probably best since that means this shouldn't take to long. And with that constant glance from Brittany, it'd be a mistake anyways to get comfortable. She doesn't even have to say anything to get across her seductive tendencies and current interests. How Vy would just love to shove her mother into the other room and tell her off in the process, but that's not the best idea with one of her Higher Ranks around. Even if she does catch the smallest glimpse of his eyes rolling before he turns to the older woman.

Finally! Someone that can see past Brittany's crap. This guy was starting to not seem half bad, though Vy was beginning to gather that back when they had that training exercise. But now he's really making an impression; giving only his last name despite being out of uniform, then asking for a water which gets the oldest blonde out of the room, if only for a minute. Still a far too obvious smirk goes along with her into the kitchen, as if O'Rourke was going to follow her and a request for water meant a lot more. Least she's gone for a second.

"What do you need to know sir?" Vy questions as her arms instinctively cross from the lack of enjoying this situation. "I was studying with another Recruit when..." Far too soon Brittany's rejoining them with a filled glass in her hands.

"Studying?" She corrects with a load of assumptions. It's probably just a way to get under her daughter's skin, though she's uncomfortably right for a change. That doesn't mean Vy's face alters in the slightest though. Just taking it as another unnecessary comment from the one she's sadly been raised by. "Here's your water, Sir." Brittany steps a bit closer then needed to pass it over, an over the top flirtatious grin joining in.

"Yes, studying. I luckily didn't take after you." Vy openly implies the ridiculous act that Brittany's pulling. Sure she should be on better behavior with O'Rourke present, but she's ruining it for the both of them.

"I thought I raised her better then that." She remarks with a ton of sympathy, like her daughter insulted their guest and not her.

"Brittany...can you please just let us get this over with? I'm sure O'Rourke has somewhere else to be." Vy gives being nice a try. More often then not it doesn't work, but apparently having an Official here is making Brittany slightly decent. She backs off and takes a seat on the couch, patting the spot next to her as if O'Rourke's going to change his mind. "Like I was saying, we heard a commotion and decided to see what was going on. I came in, in the middle of it all. Kyanite's father was already attacking so I attempted to restrain him. He shoved us to the floor, and I'm guessing Ky tried to come help and that's when she got pushed." The general bits of what happened is given, and she has no interest in giving details. Sooner they finish, the more likely O'Rourke will get out unharmed by Brittany. "I got him under control, then his son and Matthew brought him outside."

Only one goal plays on Vy's mind, as rude as it is. She has to get O'Rourke out of here before Brittany pulls out anything else from her sleeve. Plus retelling what had happened at the Ruze household, is nothing better. Seems sort of ridiculous they'd be craving this sort of information at this time of night, but she's no one to question it. That'll just delay things further, which is the opposite of what she wants. She does manage to coverup what Jeran and her were really doing beforehand, and with a nonchalant face at that. Even a remark from Brittany doesn't ruin it as Vy's nonverbally told to continue. Looks like she's not the only one eager to get this over with.

The basics on what happened is given, and Vy completely leaves out anything that happened to her. There's no need to add in a slap that held no affect, and certainly Mr. Ruze will be criminalized for plenty as it is. Luckily none of that is addressed as O'Rourke only addressed the nickname of Ky. "Yes sir." She replies, simply trained into adding in that ending; though her voice does lack that spunky recruit tone...like she ever had it at the academy to begin with.

So is that it? She gave her side of the story, and now he can go. If only things ever turned out that easy though, as a question quickly arrives afterwards. Of course Vy knows the cause of all this, Ky's pregnancy, but she has no clue is that's been recorded and has no interest in being the one to admit it. "I'm assuming it was Mr. Ruze since I only heard one collision, and Matthew seemed to have a black eye. He didn't show any signs of being hurt though." She refers about Mr. Ruze with a shrug. Everything happened so fast it's hard to be certain.

"For why it started, I'm not sure." The first question is answered, and another shrug joins in though more subtly then the last. Anything else? Thankfully Brittany remains on the couch as she absorbs everything that's going on; waiting and planning for her next move.

Like many times before, Brooklyn's able to bring the smallest light to a bad situation. Despite the horrible tension spreading through the room, that angst to get this over with, she finds curiosity over the new arrival. As innocently as ever she decides to go investigate this guest, instead of playing with her own toys. Unlike her mother, she tends to be a sweet social butterfly. Never growing shy and hiding behind familiar legs, unless of course she can just tell something's wrong. Currently nothing is for her though...lucky her. And with no fear she's practically standing on his feet as she looks up at him with a wide grin and eyes.

It's difficult not to chuckle over the sight, which is actually what Vy does lightly, with a covered mouth. Probably the first time her face's grown light since O'Rourke arrived. The one who has yet to lose her grin, Brittany, doesn't find it as amusing though she does stick to her smirk. She loves the toddler to no end, but when it comes to the rugrat stealing away her attention from a man, not so much. Well she doesn't need to stick to this jealousy of a two year old, because the only purpose here is getting this all over with. Which Vy even refrains herself from commenting over the scene, especially since he doesn't seem to mind anyways. Onto the questions, though she only regrets what comes next.

The small slap meant nothing, truly. Nothing compared to what happened to Kyanite, and the emotional scar it left on her and Matthew. But for some reason O'Rourke wants to hear about it. A sigh escapes Vy. He shares how assaulting a Peacekeeper is great offense, and though she's only a recruit, she already falls under one. "Good to know." She muffles, intentionally resisting her urge to stare at Brittany. Not that she could ever arrest the ass hole, no matter how assaulting she can be herself. She's sadly her mother after all.

"Well, aside from making us both fall..." For some reason she just hates talking specifics when it's not her knuckles that made the impact. It's beyond uncomfortable. "Guess the technical term would be that he backhanded me." She finally gets out with yet another shrug. "Doesn't seem as important as Matthew's black eye, or sending Kyanite to the hospital." Well least she gave him the information he was asking for.

Onto something better, though that's probably the wrong term to use, it sort of is for Vy. The cause of all this, which she somehow has no involvement in. She knows why this really happened, and O'Rourke probably does to, but for Matthew's sake something else has been reported. Instead of making her guess, and potentially bring questioning to this incident, O'Rourke tells the reasoning that won't risk anything. "Yeah." She leaves it at that with no interest in adding in something that could effect another.

"I can't believe someone hit my poor baby and her friends." Oh god this act. Brittany was a lot more pleasant with her lips shut. "Are you going to get him Officer?" She questions with a load of concern. "Maybe you should stay the night, just incase he's looking for revenge."

"Brittany, he's already locked up." Vy cuts her off immediately.

In no time a cold glare is directed Vy's way, before lightening up and returning to O'Rourke. "Just incase..." She explains again with that same obvious smirk.