Two nights later, when things were slower at ten, Rosey walked in, wearing civilian clothes and with Goth Girl in tow, wearing jeans and a white blouse and no jewelry. She looked sexy.
Akira moaned, “Rosey, I didn’t want you to waste time looking for her. She didn’t get away with anything, and you’re all so busy with the understaffing.” She scanned the sergeant’s outfit. “Are you off duty?”
Rosey nodded, sticking a cigarette between her lips but not lighting it. The tension on her face made her look angry. She nudged Goth Girl, obviously sober. “Apologize. I don’t care if it’s sincere or not, apologize.”
Goth Girl looked at Rosey but not her face, checked out the counter, and brought her gaze to Akira’s eyes as she bit a cuticle. “I’m sorry. I was super drunk like never before. Not an e
