>>5871861>>5871869>>5871901>>5871907You rub your neck and do your best to look embarrassed.
"I was just taking a few minutes before coming in, it's been a long couple of days, Y'know?"
Rogers nods sympathetically but with the smile never leaving his face it doesn't really land. His eyes flicker over your shoulder and the smile grows even wider.
"Well maybe a cold drink will help it go down?" He says before giving a wave. A waitress approaches, she carries a tray with three bottled beers.
"Got us two Joe's Pale Ales, it's my favorite so I hope you don't mind." Rogers says, giving the waitress a nod and a thanks as he takes the bottles.
"I got an extra here, it's from that lady across the bar." She says holding up the bottle and giving it a shake toward the bar. You look over and see a woman in a Gotham Police Academy T-Shirt and a leather jacket, she watches a screen while another cadet leans on the counter and, judging by his wild hand flailing, is telling some sort of story.
"Thanks? But why?" You ask.
The waitress just shrugs.
"I just carry out the drinks, honey."
You thank her and she walks off, you cast another glance to the woman at the bar. The hairs on your neck stand up, it gets worse when you turn around and find Rogers is nearly leaning across the table to get a look as well.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Rogers." You say, nearly spilling some beer.
"Sorry." He mumbles. "Just wanted to see your new lady friend is all." He chuckles and the smile returns.
"Let's just talk about this cold case of yours, I don't even know that lady so don't worry about her."
"Sure. Sure." He says to himself as he grabs a few papers and turns them over to you.
Black Bars litter the document.
"Rogers."
"Yes, sir."
"Half this report is redacted."
"Yes."
You sigh.
"Why."
Rogers nods a few times and takes a long sip before letting out.
"It's a federal case."
You let the paper fall to the table and close your eyes.
