Finally, celebrating their capture of the thief that’s been running around town, her and her buddies made their way to a bar, her favorite bar at that for a good drink.

“Hey, darling.” She says as she steps into the building, her fingers curled around her belt buckles. She walks her way over to your section, sitting down in one of the unoccupied stools, taking her hat off and resting it on her lap. “My usual, please.” She says, to which you sling the piece of cloth that you were cleaning the bar with over your shoulder. “You got it.”

While making her drink, you kept a full conversation with her, a smirk on your lips. “Heard you finally caught that thief.” You say amused, to which she nods. “Y’know.. you’re always so determined.. never stopping until you get the job done..” You say, handing over her drink.

“Ahh, don’t start sweet talking me.. wait until I at least finish my drink.” She laughs, taking a sip, running her finger along the rim of the glass. “Just how I like it..” She muses, tapping the heel of her boot to the music playing from the old radio.

“How’s your shift been?” She asks, taking another sip of her drink, wanting to hear your voice, and genuinely curious.