The redhead's brow furrowed as she studied him carefully, noting the pent-up agitation in his entire stance--the way his knuckles flexed themselves, his teeth set on edge, lips pursed into a tight line. Same old James Gordon, she thought, ONLY WORSE.
Nodding once, Louise turned away and set her attention to the bar wall, containing shelves upon shelves of various varieties of alcohol. Selecting bottle after bottle, his former partner in everything but name poured small measures into a shaker as though she were a scientist tinkering in a lab. Finally, satisfied with what she'd concocted, Louise placed the cap upon the shaker and mixed it gently, tossing a glance over her shoulder at him. Grabbing a delicate goblet off the top shelf, she plunked two ice cubes inside it and poured the frothy, princess-pink liquid over it. Picking up a tiny paper umbrella on her way back over, she balanced it inside the glass and placed the whole lot in front of Gordon.
"Your new drink. 'Fuck Me Gently With A Chainsaw'. It may not look like much, but it's an accurate reflection of your life." Louise leaned back, folded her arms and smirked. Check and mate. The former detective never wasted an opportunity for well-placed commentary; surely her old partner could appreciate the gallows humour? It wasn't as though the gruff former officer had a shortage of ready sardonic observations himself, after all.
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Nodding once, Louise turned away and set her attention to the bar wall, containing shelves upon shelves of various varieties of alcohol. Selecting bottle after bottle, his former partner in everything but name poured small measures into a shaker as though she were a scientist tinkering in a lab. Finally, satisfied with what she'd concocted, Louise placed the cap upon the shaker and mixed it gently, tossing a glance over her shoulder at him. Grabbing a delicate goblet off the top shelf, she plunked two ice cubes inside it and poured the frothy, princess-pink liquid over it. Picking up a tiny paper umbrella on her way back over, she balanced it inside the glass and placed the whole lot in front of Gordon.
"Your new drink. 'Fuck Me Gently With A Chainsaw'. It may not look like much, but it's an accurate reflection of your life." Louise leaned back, folded her arms and smirked. Check and mate. The former detective never wasted an opportunity for well-placed commentary; surely her old partner could appreciate the gallows humour? It wasn't as though the gruff former officer had a shortage of ready sardonic observations himself, after all.