05-25-2015, 05:33 PM
She looked up when the biker guy from the other table came over. He was decidedly more soft-spoken than she was expecting, and on any other circumstances, she might have been flattered by his concern. "That's kind of you, but I'm fine. You're right, none of this is mine."
Her smile was grim.
The napkin didn't help the situation on her hands much. Instead, she excused herself and flat out walked around to the inside of the bar and found a sink. Her shirt was sticking to her stomach in a decidedly disgusting way, but there were no options to change into that she could see. She might just strip out of it and consider the sweater a casualty and go around in her coat insteaad, but Drayson's police friend stopped her. More precisely, his assessment of the situation stopped her.
She looked up from pumping soap into the palms of her hands. She called out, "You're the doctor now, Detective Vega?"
She wasn't impressed, but neither was she ignorant of the ways of the world. Either he was an inept detective, or he was covering up. "With what weapon were those wounds self-inflicted? It's not like he had time to stash a knife."
She had a feeling this was an itch she shouldn't scratch, but the situation bothered her. Fittingly so.
Her smile was grim.
The napkin didn't help the situation on her hands much. Instead, she excused herself and flat out walked around to the inside of the bar and found a sink. Her shirt was sticking to her stomach in a decidedly disgusting way, but there were no options to change into that she could see. She might just strip out of it and consider the sweater a casualty and go around in her coat insteaad, but Drayson's police friend stopped her. More precisely, his assessment of the situation stopped her.
She looked up from pumping soap into the palms of her hands. She called out, "You're the doctor now, Detective Vega?"
She wasn't impressed, but neither was she ignorant of the ways of the world. Either he was an inept detective, or he was covering up. "With what weapon were those wounds self-inflicted? It's not like he had time to stash a knife."
She had a feeling this was an itch she shouldn't scratch, but the situation bothered her. Fittingly so.