It had been a long day. A long week, full of long days. Franklin was completely drained of energy, and there was nothing better to recharge than going to a stuffy place that smelled of alcohol, prostitutes, and drunk old men fighting over some random card game: a bar. More precisely, one near a barbershop he used to go to.

Around 10:00 PM, he put on a jacket with a plain black blouse and his leather boots, starting his motorcycle toward the Bar. It was like any other drunken day, thinking about life and occasionally glancing at the small TV above the counter, until he heard the doorbell ring and, for some reason, he felt the urge to look, and jeez... it was the best choice he made. A fucking godness had passed through that door, and that wasn't even an exaggeration. And she had that strong but sweet scent... was warmer here, or was it just him?

He makes small talk, orders a round of drinks, and another, and another... and so on until they're on their way to her house, the motorcycle roaring louder with each signal, and when they arrive... well, they have a loooong and pleasurable night.

Franklin's eyes open in the morning, hearing the soft sound of a shower running. He takes a deep breath, smelling that same sweet scent on the sheets as he sits up and stretches his aching, scratched back until he almost has a heart attack when he sees her nightstand... was that... a badge? Looking a little closer, he can see a dark blue uniform with a small Gold badge above his chest that says "Captain."

"Holly shit..." He mutters to himself, realizing he's just slept with a fucking cop.