* 𝕷𝒖𝒄𝒚.

"can you think?" he questioned, a slight brow arch as he focused on her. his head tilted slightly, arms resting against the counter. "can just back out and let me win." he grinned.

"so you say." he hummed, pouring himself another. he tapped his fingers against the counter. "you pick what we do now." he murmured, giving her the reigns.

"i've been in the back of a poIice car a few times. i was reckless in my youth. did a lot of things to get my parents' attention." he forced a chuckle. "not going into details though." so he opted to take the shot.

"oh," his eyebrows lifting, blue eyes steady on her. "now i’m curious." he spoke quietly, a smile forming. his tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. his gaze narrowed gently. "i can't picture it."

he hummed, digits drumming against the counter. "have you ever done anything illegaI?" he questioned, looking at her. "and not on the line of duty, like you had to for the job. before you were an officer." he clarified. just in case.

“Don’t be sorry about that ever baby, I just want you to be okay.”

"wanna put money on it?" yes, he was talking about a bet. a small grin etching onto his lips. he held his hand out for a shake. "but, if you agree, no question is off limits." blue eyes focusing on her.

"won't be me. i went hard in my early twenties. age is nothing but a number." he chuckled, shaking his head gently as he reached for the bottle. "another for good luck?" a single brow arched. he's pouring two shots.

"you think so?" he questioned, a smile forming. he adored that compliment because he did put his entire life into being a firefighter. he chuckled, nodding as he took the shot glass, downing it with more ease than he thought.

he nodded slowly, understanding. "that's actually sweet. i like that." he commented, a small smile forming before he shook his head gently. "i didn't really have a plan. my parents thought i was a loser, so i knew i had to do something." he cleared his throat. +

he nodded, brows furrowing as his head tilted sideways. "easy one first. did you always want to become an officer?" he questioned, just pure curiosity coming over him. "wait, shit, sorry. no. you don't have to answer that." considering what had happened.

"um," he rolled his eyes at himself. "take a shot every time i say 'um'." he snickered. "could just ask questions and if we don't want to answer, take a shot? i still feel like i don't know you that well."

he drummed his hands against the counter with a smile. "alright. fun. um," he murmured, thinking. "i haven't actually played a drinking game in years. are they still the same?"

"you know what, you are so right about that." he chuckled, focusing on as she moved as he leaned against the counter. "wanna make it into a little drinking game?"

“What’s wrong?” He whispers into the quiet space around them.