myriam-moussa:
Between hours at the morgue and then working her other job, it was a wonder how in the world Myriam could stay awake for so long. After years of doing it though, she had grown used to it. That and lots of coffee. Although, after the long day and night she’d had, she wanted a drink instead of a coffee. Myriam sat at the bar, but no one had come out yet. She waited for a few minutes before taking it upon herself to walk behind the bar to grab something for herself. When someone else came in, they waved her down. “I don’t work here. Just helping myself. Don’t worry. I’ll pay for it.”
There weren’t many people Isabelle could trust on the force. To be more specific, there was only one. There was nothing proving Myriam wasn’t on her side and trying to make this town a better place, but there wasn’t any proof that indicated she was either. It was frustrating, Isabelle never too sure what was worse: the flat out bad guys or the assholes who lurked in the shadows. Giving Myriam the third degree at a public space probably wasn’t the best idea but maybe she could get a better read on the woman. “I’m off the clock, don’t worry about it.” Isabelle stated trying to act more casual than what she really was. Chances are, money would be left behind the counter and a decent tip regardless of what Myriam did, she didn’t want anyone to ever have a reason to put a strike against her. “Long day?” She inquired with a curious arch of her brow, slipping into a seat at the bar.
