Hanging with the boy

Juliet is, predictably, punctual when she arrives at the door. She stuck Carlton with most of the paperwork after she finished her shift, and has a handful of supplies in a plastic sack, which she's toting under her arm; mostly DVDs and magazines to restock his stash.

They've been planning on a little friends-night-in for awhile, and Jules is looking forward to it after the unfortunate dressing-down she had to give Lassiter earlier this morning. The man needs to cool his jets and relax just a little, in her humble opinion.

Knocking on the door, she listens for movement, unsure if she should just open it - a dangerous prospect with a cop in the house and several guns. So she stands, waiting patiently.

She's bearing pineapple-coconut cupcakes from that new bakery on the boardwalk. Beware, boy, beware.