Discovering Fate

13 | Zoey

I stepped up onto a barstool and plopped down setting my crossbody handbag on top of the bar counter.

Looking around the bar atmosphere I felt singled out, there was only a handful of other black people here which I assumed could speak Spanish or just liked the music.

I observed it all, the loud Latin music blaring through the oversized speakers which sat next to the booth where the dj who had taken a quick swig from his beer before throwing his headphones back on was stationed.

A mature looking couple made their way to the dance floor, the man spinning the woman around, her hair flipping down over her face as she faces him again. They glide around effortlessly to the current salsa song that had just started to play, the red lights flickering over their faces.

This place was a bit different for me, very different but I was still glad to be here, after the kind of day I had I needed several drinks.

Detective Benjamin (Ben) Summers had called my bluff and completely embarrassed me in front of Connor and the rest of the community. The asshole even called my boss and told them I was snooping around which really landed me in hot melting water.

I suppose I could've just been truthful but I thought the journalist idea was brilliant, boy was I wrong.

Anyway, Rafael was pissed and said he would deal with me tomorrow before very harshly disconnecting the phone in the middle of me trying to redeem myself.

Truthfully all I was trying to do was break this case, put this monster away. I planned on squeezing as much information as I could out of Connor but when he found out I was a prosecutor and had lied about it he said some harsh things inevitably making it clear for me to fuck off.

Being in that center getting even the slightest extra bit of information had given me hope, but now it felt like I had been demoted.

In my overly dramatic mind I felt like today had actually been one of the worst days ever, so I did something impulsive in the process of it.

I'd asked Sapphire out for drinks.

It felt morally wrong to be having drinks with a defense attorney on a case that could make or break my career, but I just needed to see her. I can't explain it so I won't try to, I just feel something for her and until I know what it is I have to at least try to dig and get closer.

"Can I get you anything hon?," a brunette tan skinned woman with jet black hair right past her shoulders approached me from behind the bar.

"Um, yes actually can I just do a rum & coke on the rocks?"

She nodded and grabbed a glass from under the counter, starting to prepare the drink she spooned ice into the cup and poured spiced captain morgan rum followed by a splash of Coca Cola.

After putting two small stir straws into the glass she handed it to me, "Would you like me to open a tab up for you or will that be all?"

I chuckled, "Oh yes definitely open up a tab."

"You got it."

She winked at me and turned towards an older drunk guy who was asking her very loudly for another glass of whiskey straight, he was trying to speak English and Spanish at the same time.

Guess I'm not the only one trying to drink away my sorrows tonight.

I pulled the small straws to my lips and took a huge swig of the drink, it burned and soothed my throat all at once as it went down.

"You started without me? That's kind of rude."

I turned to see Sapphire standing directly behind me with a mischievous smirk on her face.