Demon Hunter [COMPLETE]

Chapter 57- He's My Boyfriend...Joking, We're Just Friends

6 months later

*Rosie Jackson's P.O.V*

Gerald, Artie and I were playing a card game at my work station, while waiting for the call of action. Most of the force, in their free time, would be working on reports and other work-related stuff but not us. Every single time we weren't on call, we had fun playing many types of games. At one point, our workaholic boss Liam Neilson, who promised that he wouldn't be mean or coldhearted, caught us gaming on the computer and scolded us for it. The incident didn't affect us much however since we continued playing even after dealing with his rude ass. Once you get an experience of gaming, you're a gamer for life!

Anyways, yesterday's mission, in which we saved over two hundred kittens from less than ten foot trees, was quite a workout so we each deserved a little relaxed form of excitement in our lives to make up for the lack of breaks we usually get on average per day. Before you come at me for slacking, I'm not. I'd be ready to drop what I'm in the middle of, in a heartbeat, if duty called. But since I work in a highly stressful, thrilling, adrenaline's always gonna be pumping profession, I deserve down time. More so than Gerald and Artie.

I sat cross-legged on my desk while Gerald sat in my chair and Artie had another chair pulled up from some random employee's work station.

"King of Hearts! With that, I overtake your queen," Gerald said, proudly, slapping the card down on top of mine.

I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever..." I said, shrugging. "I won the last five rounds and will remain the undefeated champion of consecutive rounds."

"Kiss it goodbye! Your title's about to be gone, chérie when I start acing the next few rounds," Gerald informed me, confidently.

"And how do you suppose you'll do that, huh? By cheating?" I snorted.

"I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, babe," Gerald said, smirking. He put his deck of cards down. "Be right back guys, I'm kinda hungry so I'm gonna go grab something from the vending machine. Want anything?"

"Do I have to pay you back?" Artie asked.

"No," Gerald replied, frowning. "No, you don't have to pay me back, you freaking greedy dirtbag."

"Thanks for asking, but I'm good," I responded.

"I'm not!" Artie announced. "I'll take three bags of Ruffles, two bags of Lays Regular chips, ten candy bars, in which five are Kit Kats and the other five are a random assortment. No dark chocolate though, and no package that says 'less salt' or 'less fat' 'cause then it tastes healthy...ew. Healthy food is gross. Also, I'd like a—"

"Just shut the fuck up," Gerald cut him off, in a threatening tone, "I'll get you all that bullshit but nothing more."

Artie nodded, happy to be getting any freebies.

As soon as Gerald left, Artie and I, we were alone.

"So..." I began, not sure how to start the conversation despite us working together for six months straight. Perhaps I could start with 'why don't you like paying? What's wrong with you?' Nah...that conversation would probably become heated and I'm not in the mood to argue. I should just maintain the playful atmosphere we have going on in this room. Peaceful vibes only, baby! "I want to thank you for your friendship, Artie. I thought when I first came here, I'd face misogynistic remarks and the police dudes here would be saying dumb crap like 'oh, she's a girl. There's no way she's on the level of a man.' I'm so glad that wasn't the case. In fact, the only brute I met so far was our ex-boss but he wasn't sexist at all, just...cruel and satanic."