When the day ends

The Bar, Bitches

That was a close one. Now I'm really screwed. 

On the ride home, I just kept looking out the window, not daring to look at Alex. How could I have been so stupid? Oh wow, look at Betty, the massive screw-up, can't kill someone correctly even when she has a damn partner. I'll never hear the end of it. They're all going to hate me... or kill me. Or both.

"Elizabeth," I hear Alex say from the front passenger seat.

"That's my name," I reply, still looking out the window. This is it. He's going to tell me that he's changed his mind it's actually two strikes and that this is the end of me and that he's actually assigned Laf to kill me because of course he has and I just have to sit there and let him do it because I'm a 'good girl' or some shit like that and it's not fair and-

"We really need to talk about your performance lately," Herc cuts in from beside me. How incredibly helpful.

"Herc is right, baby, what's been going on with you lately? Did you hit your head? If you're stupid or something we can just replace you, it's really no big deal. You just need to let us know, lovely. Go on, say it, tell all of us how useless you are at the only thing you've ever done," Alex said, slightly raising his voice at me.

I understand why he's mad. I'm supposed to be what makes him stand out, the person he took in and showed mercy to. Yet all that I am is a disappointment and a failure. He's right about me being useless. Killing people isn't a 'noble' or 'good' thing to do, whatever that means, no matter what way you look at it. Even then, I'm not good at it! What a joke. I'm such a joke.

"I'm sorry," I say. "It won't happen again, I promise! I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I swear I've been good. Just... give me some time. I can prove it to you," I sound almost desperate as I plead with him. I sound pathetic.

"You sound pathetic, mon ami," Laf said from the driver seat. "You're not helping," I say through gritted teeth. Literally murder me right now, lovely, it would be better than whatever this is.

"You're right. You can prove it to me," Alex turned around to look at me. "Kill K.G. darling and then we'll be all good. Maybe just for now, but we'll be good, sugar. I'll give you three days, you can figure it out.. right?"

I am speechless. How am I supposed to do that? Kill the detective? What? I am so dead.

"Obviously I can," I lie.

"Good," Laf says as he parks the car. "He's in here. Time get out, we're at the bar, bitches."

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A/N

I'm writing this for someone. It's not very good but it's been literal years. Oh well. Enjoy.

STAY ALIVE!!! if i can do it so can you :)