He sighs, rubbing his forehead as if it would loosen the stress lines that had built on his face from the years of police work. Fingers drumming against his leg, he itched for a drink after a tiring day, turning to his fellow officer. Sure, his wife and daughters would be waiting at home, but he could spare some time; it was nearly midnight anyway.

He took heavy footsteps towards them, standing slightly awkwardly, hands buried deep in his pockets. "Evening." He greets, his tone carrying the usual authoritative coldness.