Oneshots

Feather tied to a stone

(Hank x gavin)

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The detective's fingers tapped rhythmically against the hardwood of the bar island, his other hand holding the weight of his head as he lazily stared at the Tv but he paid no mind to whatever was on it. Instead, he was lost in his thoughts, thoughts he didn't want to have. He had a tough case today, involving suicide, when your job is to get involved into something like that, from time to time it gets to.

He mentioned to the bartender. "What can I get you, sir?" The bartender smiled at the police officer, who returned the gesture. he looked quite young, The man was tall and fit, Handsome.

Gavin smirked, "Bring me anything I could drown my sorrows with." The detective's tone was playful, grinning when a small chuckle emitted from the younger man.

"Well, any preferences?" Gavin looked off to the side, contemplating his answer before turning to look at the bartender. "Scotch."

"Coming right up, sir" Gavin sighed, he had a tough case, turning to look around the bar, are all the people here just like him? A lost man, finding peace in a glass of liquor rather than dealing with his problems and facing them like a man. He was pulled out of his train of thoughts by the sound of liquid pouring, he turned to stare at the glass in front of him, being filled with alcohol.

"So are you really going to drink your sorrows away?" The detective smiled at the genuine look of concern the younger man had, he must be new to working here, Gavin thought. "Yep," Reed simply replied. The bartender looked hesitant, deep in thought as he closed his mouth every time he opened it, obviously wanting to say something, Gavin raised an eyebrow.

"Why though?" The man had looked off to the side, probably not intending for that question to be heard, Gavin dryly chuckled. "It's never a good idea to ask a person why they came to a bar to drink their sorrows away."

The younger man's eyes widened, face flushing with embarrassment "I'm so sorry sir, I didn't—"

"—It's okay." Gavin interrupted, smiling at the man. "I can tell you're new here, take that advice, It will save your life" the bartender nervously smiled. "Thank you" the younger male lingered by Gavin a bit, looking sheepish.

Fuck it.

"unrequited love," Gavin said before lifting his glass in the air in mock cheers. The bartender stared in confusion as the officer downed his drink. His face slowly contouring into realization. "Oh..."

"I'm not tryna get shitfaced though."

That was a lie.

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A sigh passed through his nose as he stepped foot inside the bar, another night of drinking to be had. Hank adjusted his jacket, walking towards the island. He sat down. "The usual, Hank?" A wave of dread washed over him, this situation has reoccurred more times than it should have, even the bartender has grown accustomed to it.

"Yes." His voice gruff, laced with disappointment and self-loathing. Hank glanced around. "Where's the kid?" The bartender slid a glass and a bottle of whiskey to the lieutenant. "His shift ended." Hank nodded a thank you. "I like him, he's naive but good-hearted, boy tried asking me if I alright. Might wanna keep an eye on him." The bartender chuckled "yeah we are working on that, the kid is curious, too curious." Hank was about to pour some liquor into his glass when a loud thud caught his attention.

"WELL YO MAMMA FAT!"

The lieutenant turned around. "What the fuck?" From all the people Hank had expected to see here, Gavin fucking Reed was the last, who was currently across the bar looking very drunk, sizing up to a guy that was probably twice his size. "God, what's that asshole doing here?" Hank whispered to himself. He sighed when the two men started throwing insults at each other, if no one were to intervene a fight would probably break out. Hank shook his head turning to his bartender friend who was giving him a pleading look. The old man took a deep breath, standing up and heading towards the two."Hey you two, cut the bullshit."