Danger Close

Jimmy's Bar

Wrapping up the pause and onto the story! This is a shorter chapter that finishing things off and moves the plot along onto the next part.

This chapter is in the READER'S perspective.

Considering the circumstances that had brought you and the DPD together again, the invitation of your overly jolly Captain was well received.

Jimmy's Bar was bustling with a loud clientele of Officers and their partner's alike. You had no idea what Barker had given Jimmy to let him basically hire out the whole bar for these people alone, but the large wad of cash - that you highly suspected was yours - that was handed to the Owner at the beginning of the night probably had something to do with it.

At least there were no longer any hostilities amongst these men.

Open hostilities, at least.

It was strange to see the Officers relaxed and a little more laid back compared to their usual defensive statures that you had come to know and understand. Some had their jackets off, others were even in casual wear after most likely making a trip home to change into something more comfortable before the open invite to this 'Thank You' party that Barker had suddenly decided to throw.

"EVERYTHING'S ON ME, FOLKS! DRINK UP!"

Barker's voice boomed as he raised a glass, a collective cheer and shout erupting from the guests as they reciprocated the gesture with their own beverages.

"I can't believe you snuck into the Precinct and mistimed your Cloak." Barker's voice quietened as he sat himself on the barstool next to you, sliding an empty glass away and reaching for another unattended drink. "You know you only have 15 seconds! What were you thinking?"

That was something you didn't have an answer for, nor did you want to answer it. Odd that your companion was able to sober up to a degree which made him have serious conversations with you.

"And what's with your Titan data, huh? I saw what you did... That's... Is everything okay? Kind of a bold move you did there."

Teeth caught your lip as you pulled your shoulders in at his comment. That's right, you made that terrible choice on a whim.

What were you trying to achieve again?

"Kid."

A cool touch of wetness touched your cheek, your head snapping upwards as the condensation from Barker's glass trickled down your jaw.

"You look like you haven't slept in days," He mused with a pout, reaching for your face with his empty hand. "Still getting Nightmares?"

His approaching hand had you flinching back, leaning away from his touch.

And then he looked offended.

"... Excuse me," Barker took a deep breath, finishing the random drink that he'd taken and slid off his seat, pushing his way through the crowd of people behind you.

Did you upset him?

Now alone again, you reached into your pockets, searching for something to amuse yourself with. A silver pen rolled onto your palm. The steel spun on your fingers, the Epi-Pen designed Stim beginning to replenish. A small blue light by the glass strip on it's side showed the flourescent green fluid sloshing around with your movements.