Detroit's Florist || Detroit Become Human || Connor x OC

Chapter 3

So, after the events earlier this morning, I went back to the flower store for a couple of hours and finished my shift. Then I went home and made some simple dinner for myself. It's now 11 pm on a Saturday. The thought that I wouldn't have to work for two days made me very happy. I was just pampering Ace on the couch when my phone made a sound. I looked at it and saw that Connor had sent me a text. Right, I had exchanged numbers with Hank and Connor.

Connor: Hey, it's me Connor! We'll be at your place in about 10 minutes, just letting you know ;)
Em: coolio!!!!

Coolio? What the hell, this isn't Coolio. Fuck, I'm not dressed yet and I look like shit, cool. I quickly got up and went to pick out some clothes, Ace following me. I take a look at my closet. "What do you think I should wear Ace?" I ask my dog. I only get a bark in return. Don't know what that means but oh well. I picked out a blue oversized sweater and some yoga leggings. I also decided to wear some black and chunky combat boots. Then I quickly remove my crusty looking mascara and replace it with a new layer of the black goo. I let my hair down and brush my teeth. You never know if I will get to kiss a boy today! At least I don't smell out of my mouth too badly then.

I hear the doorbell ring, and instantly hear Ace sprinting to the door as well. I pick up Ace and look trough the peephole, it's Hank and Connor. I open the door and greet them. "Hey! Come in, come in!" they come in and look around for a moment. "Do you guys want anything to drink or eat or something before we go out?" I ask them. "I don't have to eat or drink." Connor quickly says. "But you can, right?" I ask. "Yes." He answers. So, he can get drunk? Maybe? I hope so. "Can I have a coffee?" Hank asks. "Sure. You two can look around if you want, I'll be there in a minute." I say and proceed to the kitchen to get some coffee for Hank. I'm in the need of some caffeine as well, so I also make coffee for me. I hear some voices from the other room, inaudible but probably talking to Ace. He's not very fond of strangers, so I hope this will go over well. The coffee machine stops, signalling it's ready. What does Hank like in his coffee? Milk or sugar? Or nothing. He seems like a black coffee kind of guy to me, so I only pour some milk into my mug.

As I walk into the living room, I see Hank sitting in the old leather recliner. I hand him his mug and then turn around. Ace is licking Connor's nose. I hadn't expected that. Connor looks at me and smiles. "I like dogs, what is he called?" The android asks me. "His name is Ace, and he seems to like you a lot as well!" I laugh and sit next to Ace and Connor on the leather sofa. Then I place my cup of coffee on the coffee table in front of me. I pet Ace and he barks happily. "Who's a good boy! You are! You are!" Connor says and plays with Ace some more. "And suddenly, I feel like a third wheel." I say dramatically to Hank. He snickers and looks around some more.

After we finished our coffee, we went to a small jazz café nearby. On the car ride here, I discovered Hank and Connor are also very fond of jazz, so it only seemed logical to go to the nearby jazz café. So right now, I'm standing in front of the café with Connor. We're waiting for Hank, as he is trying to find a spot to park. I look at him. "Do you go out with him a lot?" I ask. What kind of question is that, what the fuck Em. "We used to go out a lot more, but Hank decided to stop drinking for a while. Now he only drinks on nights out like this, which happen about twice a month." He says. "Do you drink?" I ask again. I've never seen an android drunk before. "I can drink. I don't do it too often. But once in a while when I'm feeling like it I go all out." Connor laughs. "Like when we had a breakthrough in a case or finished one." All out? "All out? Like do you get drunk?" I ask. He nods and smiles. "It startled Hank the first time. He didn't know that I was capable of it and called Cyberlife." I laugh at the thought of Hank panicking at the drunken android.

"Found a parking spot!" I hear Hank's voice say behind me. We go in and are greeted by a nice-looking bar. There is a live band playing some sweet jazz tunes. This is going to be a great night. Connor walks to a round table with three chairs around it. "This will be a great place to sit at!" Connor exclaims excitedly. "We can watch the band from here and sit not too far from the bar." He follows up. Hank and I nod, and then sit at the table. I undo the zipper of my coat and then hang it on the seat I'm sitting at.

Hank looks at me with a grin. "So Em... What's your drink?" He asks. I think for a minute. "I mean I don't really have a drink, I like a lot of shit. So, surprise me." I dare and chuckle. Then Hank asks if Connor wants the usual. What could that be? Like oil or something? Some blue blood? I snicker. They both look at me for a second and then look at each other, acting like nothing happened. Connor says yes, and with that Hank walks to the bar to order drinks. I love alcohol. But what I love more is free alcohol, so score! I look at the band and zone out for a little while. Me and my dad used to dance around the room while listening to jazz. He used to have an old record player which we used until it broke. I have a lot of records at home, but unfortunately most record players are really expensive now as they are seen as vintage.
"Do you know this band?" I snap out of my thoughts as Connor looks at me. "I don't actually, I bet you do, don't you?" I smile. He chuckles. "Yes, I looked them up. They're called The German jazz masters. Apparently, they were a bit popular in 2000." Connor says. "Wow, that was even before I was born man. These guys have been going at it for a while then." I snicker, as I look at the bunch of old guys. "In what year where you born Em?" Connor asks. "In 2015. I'm 24 now." I say. "Anyway, how old are you?" I ask and look at him. Damn, he looks so human. It's so fucking weird. Also, his hair is really nice, I notice. He combed it back loosely but has one rebellious strain of hair hanging down. "I'm technically 1 year and 3 months." I laugh at him. "Connor what the fuck?" "But in human years, I was designed to be around 27." He laughs at me. What a guy.

Hank comes back with the drinks. He puts down a scotch in front of him. Then a beer in front of Connor and... Jesus for fucks sake. "A rosé?" I laugh. "You went for the most girly drink they had to offer, didn't you?" Hank snickers. "I can handle way worse Hank." I look at him, daringly. I'm probably going to be super duper drunk at the end of this night. Good that my apartment is not too far from here. I could crawl, if I really must. "Oh yeah? I'll buy you way worse then." Hank grins darkly. Oh god. Connor begins to talk to Hank, so I just drink my god forsaken pink girly rosé.

When I finish the drink, I slam the glass on the table and look Hank dead in the eye. Connor had already finished his beer. "Do your worst." I say and smirk. Hank looks surprised but intrigued. "Do you want to be intoxicated this badly Em? He's really going to try hard now you know?" Connor laughs. "I don't have to work for 2 days, and it's time that I went all out as well." I wink, reminding him of the previous conversation. "I think you and Hank are going to be really good friends." Connor laughs. "You know what?" Connor grins. Then he asks Hank if he can have what I'm having. Well damn.