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Post by Lt. Vic Valentine on Apr 4, 2012 23:45:41 GMT -5
Vic had changed shirts before driving herself and Harvey from HQ to the 11th Street Pub. She had maintained her decency due to the face that she always wore a bullet proof vest under her clothes even when she was off duty. She didn't like to take too many chances.
She pulled up and got out, locking the door after them. The owner was a scottish guy named Angus, but most of the regular patrons called him Angie. When she walked in he was wiping the bar. He saw her a smiled, turning to the bar to retrieve a bottle of Maker's Mark and two shot glasses. He placed it before her as she walked up to the bar, she handed him her card.
"Thank's Ang."
She poured the bourbon into each shot glass and slid one to Harvey as she took a seat at the bar,
"You like Bourbon, Bullock?"
She removed her coat and draped it over the back of her chair, all her guns shining and gleaming even in the dim light of the bar.
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Post by Lt. Harvey Bullock on Apr 4, 2012 23:50:31 GMT -5
He looked around the place, getting a feel for all the patrons. one thing Harvey Bullock had in Gotham was plenty of enemies. Once he was satisfied no one was taking a bullet in here, he took off his hat and set it on the bar draping his coat over the stool beside them.
He gave his partner a smile and nodded agreeing to her choice of drink.
"Nothin' like it! Pour up!"
He took his shot and threw it back slamming it on the table and gave her a smug look issuing an unspoken challenge.
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Post by Lt. Vic Valentine on Apr 4, 2012 23:57:13 GMT -5
Vic knocked back her shot in reply and met his challenging little smirk. She poured the next shots and then raised her shot glass.
"We can't play this game without toasting, Bullock. To Gotham!"
She tapped his glass with her own and downed the shot. The nice tingling rolled down her throat. She set her glass down and ran a hand through her hair. She then began to pull it into a folded over ponytail and rolled her sleeves up, getting a little more comfortable for the inevitable and unavoidable drunkeness to come.
"You make the next toast, Bull-Bull. "
She leaned back into the back of the bar seat a little, her boots resting on one of the higher up rungs of the chair. She looked back at him, picking her glass up, expecting him to make the next toast.
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Post by Lt. Harvey Bullock on Apr 5, 2012 0:07:14 GMT -5
He drank to her toast throwing back his drink the burn flowing down his gullet. Once his glass was filled again he lifted it and without a thought.
"To the Gotham Police, the best anywhere."
He threw it back and let it linger as many memories of fellow officers and some of the hardest cases he's ever worked came to the front of his mind. He swallowed and smirked as he shifted in his stool also getting more comfortable.
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Post by Lt. Vic Valentine on Apr 5, 2012 0:36:55 GMT -5
Valentine knocked the second back. It burned as good as the first. She set a small bag on the bartop.
Vic poured the third round. She poured it a little slowly, savoring the image of the liquid filling the glass as the thought of the first time she went for a drink after shift. That had been with her first partner, her brother, Darren.
She raised her shotglass once again to Harvey and smiled menacingly.
"To Copper Buttons!"
The terms copper and cop, slang names for police officers, had originated around when police used to wear uniforms with copper buttons. It was one of her favorite toasts to make if she was going to toast law enforcement.
Valentine knocked back her shot, set the glass down, and grabbed the bag she had placed on the bartop. She took a pair of zig zag papers from it and then began to pour some tobacco in them and roll a pair of cigarettes for them. She was very good at it and did it very quickly. A few people in the bar looked at her strangely, probably wondering if she had been rolling something else. Once she rolled both cigarettes she held them both in between her teeth and lit them. She offered the other to Harvey and began to pour the next round.
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Post by Lt. Harvey Bullock on Apr 5, 2012 0:45:48 GMT -5
He accepted her cigarette and smiled at her toast heartily throwing that shot back then took a drag from the smoke. He picked up his drink and his expression grew serious.
"To those who came before us, and those who fell. The true heroes!"
As it washed down he winced a little the loud thunk of his glass hitting the bar was clearly heard. He looked at his glass a moment & realized he was starting to feel pretty toasty. He looked to Vic and grinned.
"Yer gonna lose y'know."
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Post by Lt. Vic Valentine on Apr 5, 2012 1:13:08 GMT -5
Vic took the forth shot with the word CAUTION burning like a neon sign in her brain. She glared at Harvey and then smirked menacingly as she poured their fifth shots.
"The only advantage you have over me detective is the fact that you are two of me. I ain't never let no yankee out do me, especially when our guns is Bourbon. "
Vic lifted her glass once again. She was leaning toward him from her chair, she could feel the warm spreading from her core to her fingers and toes. She took her hat off and set it on the bartop as she thought of the next toast.
"To true love, even if everyone don't find it."
Vic had dated little, she had problems meeting men with as many huevos as she had. She'd like to be able to show her softer side to someone, but when you are considered one of the craziest and most chaotic Texas Rangers ever to hold a badge, it's hard to find someone tougher or just as tough as you were. Vic COULD NOT STAND really sensitive men, they annoyed her to no end. She had a few serious relationships but they always ended for something or another. Vic never found anyone that knew how to tame her to certain degree, she was always too wild for her suitors. Her parents accepted that years ago, their dreams of her walking down the aisle have since faded.
Vic knocked the fifth shot back a bit hesitantly. She felt that nice floaty feeling. Smoking the cigarette only made her more relaxed.
"Yeah, we better slow down a little, besides, it's early anyway."
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Post by Lt. Harvey Bullock on Apr 5, 2012 1:21:13 GMT -5
Harvey was about to drink to her toast when she suggested slowing down and he let out a loud laugh.
"I didn't know we had pit stops in this race! To love, may it ever be true."
Harvey and love. What was to say? He loved hi job. He was practically married to it. All his friends cops, and he'd had some incredible women, none had ever clicked with him for the thought of love entering his mind. He was a hard shell in his ways. A shell that would take an incredible strength to break down.
He sat his glass down quietly as his thoughts of love came to him. If he'd loved he'd never let it known to others, and he wondered if he even let him self be aware?
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Post by Lt. Vic Valentine on Apr 5, 2012 22:59:52 GMT -5
Vic poured their sixth shots slowly, focusing more on her cigarette and quiet thoughts of love lost.
"You ever been serious with someone or married or somethin', Bull?"
Vic smiled to him, facing back toward the bar with her head turned to him. She ordered each of them a Shiner Bock, a beer brewed in Shiner, TX. She left her shot on the bar for a minute, taking a break and chatting for a moment would be nice.
She picked up her beer and took a generous swig of it. She was more of a cocktail type of girl but she figured a beer would slow the shots down she was already illegal to drive, she was surely over the .08 limit. Hell, she was probably .16 by now. It was worth it to wind down after a month of learning the ropes that are Gotham.
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Post by Lt. Harvey Bullock on Apr 6, 2012 11:00:36 GMT -5
Her question snapped him awake. It was definitely a curveball and it hit him in the gut.
"Huh? Oh...uh...yeah....married once. It didn't work out."
He took a long drag of his cigarette and breathed out slowly letting the smoke linger. At teh time when he was married he was neck deep in corruption. His wife couldn't stand his two-faced dealings, taking kickbacks and bribes, so she left him. After the divorce, he had buried himself behind the badge. He was always seen working late nights at HQ. His other love were the classic movies that he had a vast collection of. Bogart, Grant, Cooper.....men that played tough guy roles back then who still had that certain something he lacked. He grew up wanting to be like them, and here he was, a tough guy cop who had a reputation of not being afraid of Gotham style police interrogation, but he was still lacking that co-star....no Bacall or Hayworth for him. Just his badge and his .38.
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Post by Lt. Vic Valentine on Apr 7, 2012 0:38:56 GMT -5
Valentine was in the middle of taking a swig of her beer when Harvey mentioned that he was once married. She had to work to keep herself from shooting beer out of her nose.
"You were married? Wow. Didn't really think of you as someone with enough patience for marriage. No offense, though.
Vic set her beer down and lifted her sixth shot and raised the glass to Harvey. She could feel the alcohol surging into her blood stream now, the last five shots hit her as she felt a tingly in her shoulders. She didn't know why alcohol seemed to like to make her shoulders tingle, but it is what it is. She thought for a moment of what to toast to next and suddenly a winning smile came across her lips, her drunkeness seeping into her eyes.
"To Texas"
She hit the shot hard, letting the burn roll down faster as the sting of the alcohol worked it's way from the back of her tongue down into her esophogus. She wouldn't admit it, but she did miss the lone star state. She missed Austin, Houston, Dallas, Lubbock, Amarillo, San Antonio, all of it. Gotham was a new beast, very different, very few stetsons resting on the people's heads.
She looked down into her shot glas for a moment, swirling the minute amount of whiskey lingering inside.
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Post by Lt. Harvey Bullock on Apr 7, 2012 0:46:16 GMT -5
"I was a guy needing rescued she thought. Only, I didn't want rescued."
He raised his shot in response to her toast and threw the burning liquid down. His chest was feeling incredibly warm. He was sure he had that stereotypical red nose look seen often in cartoons depicting someone who has had a few too many.
He grabbed the bottle and examined it, seeing theer was still some left in it he poured the drinks. After a second attempt at grasping his glass, he raised it with a chuckle.
"To the heroes in our lives......needed or not."
He drank it and the burn was intense or was it the thought? He slammed the glass down and pounded the bar as he endured the slow subsiding burn.
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Post by Lt. Vic Valentine on Apr 7, 2012 0:58:51 GMT -5
Vic shook her head and smacked her own cheek before taking the next shot. She downed it with Harvey and looked over to him.
"Detective, I am in no condition to drive later and I may not walk too straight later."
She picked up her beer, pushing away the now empty bottle of Maker's Mark Kentucky Bourbon. Had they been drinking tequila Vic would likely shot at least three rounds into a wall or the ceiling by now. She only had tequila when she was at home and had her ammo tucked away.
On that note she remembered her spare ammo. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and yanked out bullet packs from each side of her chest. She sighed in relief after she slapped them down on the bar. She went ahead and put them in one of the pockets of her jacket.
"Oh yeah, I finally found a decent apartment in this town. The main concern was finding a place with a secured garage."
She took a reluctant swig of her beer, it at least helped get the bourbon off her breath a little. She jammed the end of her cigarette down into the ash tray between them and looked at her watch.
"It's barely eight o' clock and I my shoulders are tingling... lawd, lawd, lawd."
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Post by Lt. Harvey Bullock on Apr 7, 2012 1:03:58 GMT -5
Harvey laughed and looked at her lazily.
"So....sosososo...so. So what..what yer sayin' is that you give up?"
He watched her quietly pull out her ammo and blinked.
"Yeah an 'partment? That's nice. People need 'partments. I have one too y'know."
He was feeling pretty good himself as he finished off his cigarette as well and grabbed his hat putting it on backwards and got up from his stool and started for the door.
"We need taxi..taxi! Taxi!"
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Post by Lt. Vic Valentine on Apr 7, 2012 1:12:29 GMT -5
Valentine quickly closed the tab and threw her jacket on. She put her hat on and ran her thumb across the brim lightly. She turned to follow Bullock and saw him outside calling a cab. She looked back to Angie, the bartender.
"I'll be back for the car later, Ang, see you later."
She hurriedly waved to Angie as she trotted outside to catch up with Bullock. She turned her head back to Bullock and ran right into him. He was so tall and solid that running into him knocked her backward and onto her ass. She said a few choice curse words and then looked up to Bullock.
"Weh better eat somefin, Bull-Bull-ohmygodIcouldsogoforsometexmexrightnow."
She still sat their on the ground, just looking up at him as he tried to hail a cab. The rain was still falling, she felt like it was mocking her somehow.
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