The bar. A place to calm down and relax after hours of being on the run. Sure, police were still out there and of course a few people in the bar had seen my face and probably growing suspicious, but I wanted to sit and drink, dammit!
"So, what's your story?"
I shook my head at the girl sitting beside me. "I don't want to talk about that right now. Too long of a story."
She gave me a shy smile. "Well, how about a brandy for your thoughts?"
I laughed and took the glass she pushed my way. It was gone a second later. "Well, I can't refuse a brandy!"
She smiled and pulled a gun. "Well, that's good," she said as I froze, "I'm officer Brandy with the local police department. I need you to come with me." She winked. "You can't refuse a Brandy, right?"