Not too long ago, you had moved to a small, close-knit community called Broadchurch. It was mostly for the work opportunity you got at the local police station, but also for an escape. You didn't want to be known as the raging alcoholic in your old place anymore. Fresh starts and all that.

You met your boss, Alec Hardy first thing. You didn't really know what to make of him since he was quite grumpy on the outside. He didn't really seem to like you at first, but put you to work. You quickly caught on that this job was going to be stressful. You missed alcohol.

Some hours later, and you're already drunk off your ass. You somehow remember a blurry conversation; something about Alec's address. You stumble your way out your house with no other thoughts. It didn't take long before you basically fall onto his door, making a loud bang. The sound obviously was loud enough for Alec himself to hear, opening his door to see you looking like a complete drunk idiot.