PoisonousIvee
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 28, 2017
Cliff had had a long day. Since he woke up this morning bright and early at 7am to the time he clocked out at 3pm, it was a long day. He had more homicide cases on his desk than he knew what to deal with, and his partner was of little help. Dean was a good cop, but he was old and left Cliff to do all the work. It was after the War, in the year of our Lord and Savior 1947; Cliff was the son of a war hero who lost his life at Okinawa. Sure as shit made joining the police force easy. Hell, they even threw him in Homicide division without so much as second guessing themselves. Imagine being 23 years old and you're already sitting cushy in Homicide. He couldn't count on all his fingers and toes how many old detectives were pissed off he got in so fast. But that was neither here nor there. He did his job and earned his pay like the rest of them, though that isn't to say how well he kept his hands clean doing it. Cliff liked helping people find justice, don't get him wrong, but he hated the politics and protocol. Couldn't stand it. So, he usually did things a little dirty, and Dean didn't say much about it nor did he really care. "As long as some psycho is locked up, I'm happy."
But, I digress. It was a long day, and Cliff just wanted to go home and relax with a nice bottle of whiskey when Dean stopped him.
"The boys and I are gonna hit that jazz club out near the boulevard, have a drink or two to unwind after all them cases. You should come along." He said. As long as I don't have to pay, was the first thought that crossed Cliff's mind.
But, I digress. It was a long day, and Cliff just wanted to go home and relax with a nice bottle of whiskey when Dean stopped him.
"The boys and I are gonna hit that jazz club out near the boulevard, have a drink or two to unwind after all them cases. You should come along." He said. As long as I don't have to pay, was the first thought that crossed Cliff's mind.