The sound of typewriters and voices filled the precinct. The hot humid air from the brewing storm outside was filtering in through the cracks in the window, mixing with the invasive smell of body odor and filth that seeps off of the prostitutes and drunks that had been brought in for the day. Roland placed a cigarette between his lip and lit it with a quick stroke of a match. Leaning back in his chair, he blew smoke out trying to drown out the other smells filling his nostrils.

"Why do you insist on smoking inside, Roland?"

Roland looked across his desk towards his partner, Morgan. Morgan was a well built woman with short brown hair and green eyes. Even though see is well built she has rather boyish and violent side to her that some men found unattractive.
"And why do you insist on using matches?" Morgan said as she tore out a piece of paper from her typewriter.
Roland sat up in his chair and set his cigarette on his ashtray.
"...Force of habit I suppose." He shrugged.
Morgan sighed and pushed her typewriter of to the corner of her desk. "Maybe you should try quiting?"

Roland placed his cigarette back between his lips and placed his hands on his head as he relaxed in his chair again.
"Maybe if you don't beat the shit out of your next date I might."
Morgan slammed her fist on the desk. "Fuck you, Roland! Its not my fault that all the guys I go out with are pussies."
Roland shrugged again. "I guess us guys don't like women that can kick our asses."