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A smile formed at the Scot, giving a small nod. She couldn’t really stop her brain from overthinking it and it was making her even more nervous than before. She worked so hard to get to where she was. She even had a free ride to med school because of it. “Clinical Skills. It’s to work on doctor and patient relationships. Which…I won’t have because they are dead. And unless I missed something on the facts of life, but they don’t talk back,” she gave a shrug. “It’s a basic med school class, but kind of pointless on my end.” As she heard the question, she looked up at the redhead in thought. “Being a medical examiner is literally the only thing I’ve thought about doing since I was thirteen. My cousin is one and I saw her work her ass off to become one. There’s just some classes that don’t relate to what I’m doing, you know?”

“Wait five hundred dollars as a cash prize?” The redhead looked at the other, her eyes widening. “I work with guys that make millions and five hundred dollars is like gold for me,” she shook her head in thought. “I think they definitely would be amazed that there’s two redheads in the same room, let’s be real.” Vienna and Phee were always the people that others stared at. It’s rare to see one ginger in the room, let alone two, so they were always amused by it. “Literally the red devil. I wonder how many people just think we’re sisters. But, the money part is still tempting.”

“mate. you’re amazing.” harry stated. the most truthful fact he had spoken all day, as he stabbed with waffled with his fork. working this late wasn’t easy, especially not while he was still getting used to being a new father, and having… what even was this? very, very early breakfast? whatever the case, having a good meal with a friend was possibly the most relaxing thing he had experienced in a while. “i’m gonna have to hang out with you more often, it seems,” the blond said with a light chuckle, taking a sip from his coffee. “it’s fantastic. i didn’t know one could fall in love with waffles until now, and i owe you for that. might as well let kev know he’s no longer needed, yeah?” he joked. 

“Literally why,” Amelia spat, hands gesturing wildly, “what is the point of this? Either you’re going to give me a ticket or you’re going to write them one.” Again, she pointed violently at the culprit who’d sent her flying. She didn’t need this right now, not with everything else going on in her life. At least she’d escaped physically unscathed before but now? Well, that had gone out the window the moment she’d practically been launched from her bicycle. “I’m fine. I just don’t need some officer pretending like they give a shit when they’re just having a laugh,” her eyes narrowed and she wiped at her face again, going for her helmet buckle, incredibly grateful to have been wearing one in the first place. “I’ll get myself checked out, sir. I just need to know if I’m free to go or if you have a ticket for me.” Which she’d certainly contest. She knew that was a fact as she pulled the helmet off, wincing as she drew a hand to her head with a sigh. She really didn’t need this right now. At all. 

“I’ll try not to.” His question made Diana stop for a second. It wasn’t something she liked to think about. What would come after her position as District Attorney? Would she able to just go back to being a regular prosecutor, working under someone else who might make all the wrong decisions? Or maybe she’d teach. Imagine that. A lot of the time, she couldn’t. She couldn’t imagine living the world behind, taking off her own uniform so to speak. “I think it depends on the person. On how much it takes over. How much you care. If you don’t care at all, I suppose it would be quite easy. Although if you don’t care, why do it at all?” She shrugged, eyes wondering over the precinct once again. “Do you have a dream? For what your retirement would be like?” She’d heard other cops talk sometimes, about moving out to the country or even going on a trip around Europe. It seemed that’s what got some people through their work, their dreams of after. Of when they felt like they had finally done enough. If anyone ever did feel like that, that is.

“Did she tell you that she left me because she was in love with me? Because that’s what she told me and… man, I really had to go through so much shit to find that out. Really?” Millie asked the man before rolling her eyes. “What kind of bullshit is that? All this time I thought she left me because she hated me and… news flash, no Mills… she left you because she loved you. What the fuck?” Turning back to the cashier who gave her a dirty look, she glared. Sighing to herself as she grabbed her wallet, she turned over to look at him. “I hated myself because I thought I did something wrong… and that’s why she left. But now… I don’t even know who to hate anymore. I know it wasn’t my fault so who the fuck am I supposed to blame now?” Paying for her items, Millie grabbed her bag of groceries and began walking towards the exit. She had a lot to say, but she knew that Mick was not the one whom she should be saying them to.

      no, she hadn’t. but again, it wasn’t mick’s place to push joey into telling him that shit. that was her own business, unless she made it his business. but now millie had. the dots started to connect. mick would have to check on jo back at home; no wonder she’d been so wrecked. mick stayed silent during most of her rant, knowing sometimes people just needed to get it off their chest more than get an answer in response. but at last, before she finally turned away to walk out, mick suggested in peace, “maybe you don’t gotta blame anyone. maybe you just take it as it was, and move on.” though he believed the blonde wouldn’t - not anytime soon, anyways. he watched her leave, moving his groceries onto the register belt. 

Kev: Practically every horror story or awful murder happened in a small town, i don't trust them

Kev: The bar is the only entertainment, went to the army museum but onevisit was enough

Kev: Ohhhh wild night? 😏

Mick: There's a goddamn reason for that, you better be sleeping with one eye open over there lmfao

Mick: ain't what you think. I had to babysit a friend's cat for a couple of nights

“Coco breaks my heart. Pixar really knows how to get into your soul. Inside Out is another favorite of mine, also,” she smiled at him, giving a small nod. “My boss is Cecelia, so I moved to the states with her. I don’t know if I would still be in London or not. Never really thought about it.” Addy tilted her head in thought. She really didn’t think about what would have happened if she didn’t work for Cece. “Mate, your accent is blood horrible,” she teased, a smile forming on her face.

Millie gave the man a nod, biting down on her bottom lip for a moment. “Mick, do you even know what exactly happened between the two of us? Did she ever tell you… why she cut ties with me? Because as far as I know, she never told me and I wish she would have. I just never knew what I had done wrong… and I lived with that confusion for years.” She admitted with a shrug. “I hurt her? Really? I find that hard to believe, considering that she was the one who hurt me so… why is she hurting instead?” Rolling her eyes, Millie moved up the line as the cashier began to ring up her items. “Hate me if you want for all I care… but at least make sure you ask her what actually happened.”