#ft dom

Dom was the worst with first dates. But he had promised his mom that he would at least give this new woman a try -- she loved to hook him up with ‘nice young ladies’ she met in various places. So he stood in a flower shop for what felt like hours but was really minutes until the clerk finally helped him decide on a bouquet of roses and lilies. Dressed in a suit and wearing his best smelling cologne, he knocked on the door in front of him, rather nervous. Funny that a homicide detective who dealt with hardened criminals would be nervous about a date. But his mother was right, it was about time he met someone. 

The lighting in the bar was yellowish and dusky and Dom sat at the end of a long bartop nursing a whiskey on the rocks as he always did after a confession. It was a cop bar, everyone knew that but it didn't stop civilians from flooding it on busy Friday nights. He downed the dregs of his glass and was about to order another from the bartender whom he came to know as Trish when she slid another his way. "Looks like you have an admirer, this one's on them," she answered the detectives questions before he could ask and gestured to the person sitting on the opposite end of the bar.

"I just wanted to help." (Jasper or Dominic please!)