Decision making. Never easy, and there isn’t quite a school for it.
Yet, no one should be discouraged by it, no matter what outcome may be awaiting.
We’re all pawns in a game played by Fate.
No kings, no queens.
A pawn’s gambit.
The buzzing of fluorescent lights, the blow of the desk fan, and the tapping of a pen on papers.
Surely, it couldn’t get more dreadful than this… right?
“On pipegod…! I can’t figure it out, at all!”
The Detective yelped aloud, dropping ███ pen on the table in irritation.
███ shoved some of the documents aside and laid ███ head on the table with an audible thud.
“Oh, Grace… What should I do with you?”
███ once again picked up the flyer ███’d been given by Grace, something about ‘Motoex’ show, or something like that. Quietly, the door to ███ office came open, and a fairly short man, seemingly in his mid ███s, came waltzing into the room, as if he’d overheard the Detective’s moans and groans.
The Detective sat up from the table, and stretched ███ arms.
“Lady trouble, huh, Detective? Miss Swann’s always been the tough one to crack.” The man said with a chuckle, as he leaned his back next to the door sill.
“Oh please… Women? That’s Elementary, my dear Johnson!”
Sherry Johnson, never the ladies man. Still, likes to brag about things. Whether it’s small talk or a case briefing, his shenanigans can be quite unforgettable and rather laughable.
“Uh huh, sure is… What’s the deal, anyway?”
The Detective hands over the flyer given to ███, Johnson takes it, laying his eyes on the graphics adorning the paper. A surprised face lays upon him as he continues scanning the flyer.
“Motoex, huh? You inviting Miss Swann there?”
“The opposite, actually.” ███ let out a titter.
Johnson had quite the look on his face.
“Miss Swann, into cars? Never would I have thought. So she’s inviting you over to look at cars… I assume it’s cause of that little thing the Chief was talking about. You probably took the initiative to ask her for help, since I’ve never seen you once talk about cars that much. I still find it interesting you’ve never taken a keen interest into them, despite the way you’d throw the police mobiles into corners. Are you really not into cars?”
“No shit, Sherry! That’s why I was looking at the damn flyer! ███████!”
“Sorry, then. So when do you and Miss Swann plan to go looking for your new little ‘Detective-mobile’?”
“First of all, I’m not planning on a ‘little’ ‘Detective-mobile’. You saw it right? The way the Bonhomme pummeled into the side of that little █████? I don’t plan on risking this new car of mine on a chase, but I definitely don’t want to be in a death trap if ever the need arises.”
A pause was needed for the Detective to catch some air.
“Let me finish, you bastard. I can’t talk as fast as you.”
Johnson let out a small laugh.
“Anyway, second… It’ll be happening tomorrow…”
“Oh hoh! You got less than a day to do your research, then? Knowing you though, you could probably have one look at one of these just to get your mind set already.” He walks over towards the Detective’s table, and tosses ███ a magazine.
“Bought it from Old Man Buck’s shop across the street a week ago. You can keep it as long as you want. The █████ sells them for pretty cheap anyway.”
“Oh, got it…” The Detective lets out a short sigh and opens up the magazine, quickly flicking through stuff before setting it down on the table.
“That aside, you got any more leads on ██████████?”
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At the end of a tiresome day, would one really be thanking with all their heart? Surely.
A girl stood in front of the doorway down the hallway of an apartment building, in a coat and with a fairly sized bag in one hand. Her short hair illuminated by the dim light sources atop the doors of the apartment rooms.
A figure walked down the hallway, approaching the girl slowly. In one of the figure’s hands, a suitcase, and in the other a hat.
“Hello, darling.” The girl greeted.
“Good evening, Grace. What brings you here?”
Both of them stood in front of the doorway to the apartment room, awkwardly staring at one another.
“So, since we’re heading out together tomorrow, I’d figured…”
There was a pause. It was as if hesitation was lingering in her throat, preventing the words from coming out.
The Detective looked at her, like ███ could read through her actions and words.
“I see what you’re implying, I understand. Come on in.” ███ took out ███ keys and opened the door to the apartment.
Inside, a fairly empty but spacious room. A large bed on one end, the pantry on the other, and in the middle a basic seating area. Unrecognizable gadgets were laid about, presumably the Detective’s instruments and what not.
“Please, take a seat. I’ll prepar-”
Before the Detective could say something about preparing a dish, Grace cut ███ off and took some containers out of her bag.
“It’s fine, I’d like to make dinner for tonight. You may rest a moment.”
With that, the Detective moved aside to turn the radio on and let Grace do her work, unpacking the cooking ingredients she managed to fit into her bag.
She got to work on a dish; A traditional Gasmean Meatloaf. First preheating the fairly old oven, and combining the rest of the ingredients into a large bowl. Mixing it around with her bare hands making a sound capable of evoking even the least hungriest of all.
Sounds that eventually, evoked the Detective ███self.
███ slowly approached her, wrapping ███ arms around her belly. Grace was taken aback by the sudden maneuvre, and she let out a whimper in surprise.
“H-Hey… ███… Could you at least let me finish…”
“I’m in the mood for dessert before dinner…”
“Oh please, have some patience, will you?”
She turned her head around, and █████’s face was right there, barely apart. █████ moved in, and their lips met in sync to a romantic tune on the radio.
Put your lips next to mine, dear…
Won’t you kiss me once, baby…?
Just a kiss goodnight, maybe…
You and I will fall in love…
Moving in sync for a moment, until Grace pulled away from █████’s arms.
“We’ll be together for the night, let me cook us a delicious meal first… t-then…”
“Then?” A smirk grew on the Detective’s face.
For some reason, she just couldn’t say it. The atmosphere was too awkward for a girl such as her.
█████ let out a chuckle.
“You don’t have to say it, I was just teasing you.”
“Oh, shut up…”
Indeed, they were together for the night. A long one, at that.
No rule changes will happen from here on out.
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