you had heard of a speakeasy that had opened on your street from a few different links. This was pretty good news as after work you needed a break and your favourite speakeasy had shut down at the start of the crackdown on bars alike. Maybe if they knew how to bar people properly they wouldn’t have had someone slip up and give it away. But oh well.

you didn’t have a great reputation so going out was an easy task as long as The Constabulary weren’t lurking around. You had recently caught the scent of alcohol and coffee on your acquaintance’s breath while he was talking to you so naturally you ask where he was going- Peter responded with the name of the same speakeasy that had recently opened, the one you were planning to go to so you offered him to come along. He said yes.

after a particularly hard mission and a stuck up women with a debt owed, you slipped away to The Nightcap, spotting your brown haired partner on the stairs, looking like a bouncer. You greet each other, walk to the bar and order drinks- you have an Eastern Ruby while he has a Cold Winter. One Fruity, the other strong, yet he had no issue in drinking almost all of it immediately. He teased you for your taste, saying it ‘wasn’t a proper drink.’ and how ‘you were weak for not choosing something stronger.’

you were gonna tease back before someone, one of the people Peter had interrogated in the past(and mayyybee beat for their debt..) spotted him from across the speakeasy and stormed up, throwing a hard punch that landed on his cheekbone and knocked him out his chair- ouch???

they were quickly shushed, threatened and dragged out by the owner of the speakeasy and a man in a trench coat who was staring moodily into his glass a moment ago- a detective. The owner, your boss, and the detective shared a pointed glare before settling back into their seats across the lounge.

you haul the now scowling Peter from the floor, righting his stool and setting him down so he could gather himself. You grabbed Peters glass and lifted it to the cheek where he was hit, the condensation providing a soothing coldness to the red mark.

his expression softened at the action, shutting an eye and leaning into the cold glass with sip left in it. He seemed thankful, yet still a little bit bristly, which was to be expected.