ANGEL's POV
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PRESENT:
DOMINICAN REPUBLIC, SANTO DOMINGO
Paperwork is probably the only thing I hate more in this world, than wet socks. Just having to sit at my desk for hours, filling out paperwork to go on record is insane.
I hate it, we have body cams for a reason—to document everything. Why do I need to be writing down what happened, when you can just review the footage?
Let me stop acting like I don't know why.
"Almost done?" I hear from behind me, and I turn to see someone who actually enjoys my presence. Officer Allison Sanchez.
"Nearly." I sigh out, and Allison grabs onto her vest. That's something all officers do, it's just so comfortable. Sometimes when I don't have my vest on, I find myself subconsciously reaching for it.
Imani says the government has brainwashed me into believing I have my vest on all the time—his little own joke.
"Torres, wanna grab some drinks?"
"Gotta get home, maybe next time Sanchez." I smile, and Officer Sanchez, gives me a small wave.
"At this point, you'll be retired by your thirties."
"Estoy bregando mucho en mi trabajo." I shrug with a smile.
"Si, si, I can tell. Don't overwork, you know—"
"Alli, are you coming? What're you doing?" Castillo says, popping his head into my office. What makes Allison think I'd want to go drinking with that asshole?
"I was just asking Angel if he wanted to go out drinking with us—"
"You know he isn't going, he's always stuck here doing paperwork. Torres, how often do you get out? You're just so boring."
I drop my pen, and gather my things. Boring? Me? I could out drink Castillo, probably even out smoke.
For a second I think to myself, am I boring? I mean, I don't usually go out drinking, or clubbing (I'm engaged.)
When is the last time I went out just for fun? Not because I was called out to patrol, or to help in my parent's restaurant.
Have I lost my spark?
"What bar are we going to?" I ask standing up, putting my jacket on. Castillo and Allison look at one another, their mouths slightly hanging open.
"¿Vas a ir? Let's go!" Allison says with a smile, and Fernando—Officer Castillo, has the smuggest look on his face.
"Let's turn the fuck up, and see if América can hold his liquor." Did he just challenge me to a drink off? Because I can promise you, he's going to lose. No one can out drink me.
"A ver si puedes durar después de tres disparos." I chuckle, he's not gonna make it through the first.
I'm not gonna get wasted though, still gotta drive home and what not.
"Really? Let's see if you can hold your liquor, Torres."
I'll stay for like thirty minutes tops. Don't drink and drive.
Plus, I can definitely hold my liquor—sometimes.
Can I hold it better than my fiancé who always out drinks me? Absolutely not.
