Grabbing my back from the back of my car, I straighten up carefully. I’m pretty sure that the gym is going to kill me before I actually get back in shape after the Christmas partying. I've not been here for a while and I hope the locals remember me. Since I am doing 'Dry January' the bar seems to be a bit of a strange place for me to head to but I need some company and I was kind of hoping that my favorite cop might be there.
Pushing the door open, that familiar smell fills my head. Steak, beer, everything that I desire. This probably isn’t the best idea I have had recently. I chuckle to myself as I walk in. A big, Juicy steak isn’t so bad is it?
Perching carefully on a stool at the bar, my legs still stiff after the workout, I see a familiar face smiling at me.
“Haven’t seen you for a while!”
“Hey Joe. Yeah I’ve been a little busy with work and family stuff.” Looking down, I smile to myself.
“So, what can I get ya?” says Old Joe, his husky tones drift across the bar.
“Steak and salad please and a decaf coffee if you have it!” I hesitate before I carry on. “Er….Joe that police officer hasn’t been in today has he?” My cheeks redden as I look down at my hands.
Joe laughs “Awwww, that’s why you popped in huh? And there was me thinking you just wanted to see Old Joe.” He walks away shaking his head as I look around uncomfortably, trying to disguise my embarrassment.
I notice a girl sat down the bar from me, dressed head to toe in leathers, her black hair hung perfectly down her back. I don’t remember seeing her before. Old Joe brings my coffee and I sip the bitter liquid, still hoping that he might show.
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