[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]Alicia Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Sigil] [@POOHEAD189] [@Charnobylisk]
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	Alicia snorted as she covered her mouth the back of her hand as she witnessed her roommates reaction to her fathers little culinary concoction. She wasn't surprised that the heat of the dish hadn't bothered Lorna, the woman had to be used to Alicia's cooking by now; if not then she hid it well. Granted they did keep heartburn medication on standby but that was like keeping dinner mints in anyone elses home. They popped them like candy. Dropping her hand she smirked towards Lorna. [color=82ca9d]"Calm yo titties Cookies, next time try not shoving the whole thing in your mouth like you were trying to down a country sausage link,"[/color] she laughed before darting off with her father and Tank; motioning for them to follow her. She as not going to be in the path at any chucked at her for that comment. She didn't even look back to see the expression on Lawson's face, she didn't need to. She could picture it clearly enough in her own mind and it made her cackle. Round one to Taco Queen. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Sure thing Papi, person one. Lawson, the country meat Cookie is wanting to take a bit out of. Person two, Tank here,"[/color] she said motioning over towards the man who was parking his bike on her patio. At her fathers question she shrugged lightly. [color=82ca9d]"Just trying to be friendly, don't worry, he does anything you know I can handle it,"[/color] she said reassuring her father as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder and gave him a slight squeeze. Her father was protective, she knew that, but she also knew he knew that she could take care of herself. He had trained her well but even with that knowledge she doubted that helped with Papi's concern. He was a dad after all, it just came with the territory she suspected. 

	Looking over towards Tank she nodded. [color=82ca9d]"Sure, I got some more food inside, wouldn't mind if you came in and helped get it out here for the crew while Papi and I finish off the last pan to go into the oven. Would be helpful,"[/color] she said as she stepped into her apartment and looked around; smirking as she watched the landlord shampooing her couch. 

	[color=82ca9d]"I added one more thing on the list you gave him to do,"[/color] she said looking over to her father before pointing over to the trays of food on the kitchen counter. [color=82ca9d]"Those can go outside, the taquitos are in the fridge Papi, just toss them in the oven,"[/color] she added as she looked over at the now open space in front of her couch where her table used to be. Letting out a short huff she placed her hands on her hips and looked back over to her father, the man owed her one coffee table. 

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	Grabbing a beer the detective popped the cap off of it and flicked it between his thumb and index finger; sending it flying into the back of the head of one of the reporters. "Damn green blooded hobgoblins. I am a fucking detective, not some reality show star," he muttered between his clenched teeth when he was asked by Jeremy if he liked the press or not. Taking a long pull from his drink and smirking as the reporter he hit spun around rubbing the back of his head. He shrugged his shoulders innocently enough before looking back over to the man that was addressing him. 

	"All they want is a story. Isn't enough that last time we had a suicide, they just want to see how much more pain they can inflict on these people for their ratings. People like them and that god damn ginger burn out Regina Eilheart cause more trouble because of their stories than any mugger ever did on the streets," he grumbled before shaking his head. 

	Taking a closer look at the man, he didn't recognize him. He wasn't living here when Peyton was murdered, Roy would have remembered that, he interviewed everyone right after it happened. "And you are?"