CLOSED for @emiliafitz
Where was Brooks after his shift at the fire hall? The bar. His usual spot with a beer in hand, a few empty bottles before going home to repeat the day again. This time he felt like he wanted some company and there was nothing better than sitting down for a beer with a coworker, who understood his lifestyle of a firefighter.
“So, how was your day?” He asked the EMT sitting beside him at the counter of the bar, his beer already half empty from the few large sips he had taken as soon as the bartender placed it in front of him. He knew her, because of work, but he never really talked to her unless it was work related. Brooks liked to know people, to relate as best as he could, even though he kept a lot of things secret if they didn’t already know.
It was a long shift. She was really tired but also needed a decent drink. She really been drinking a lot lately but that’s how she dealt with stress and grief. Lia just had a serious talk with her dad and she wanted a break. As she sat there, sipping on her whiskey she heard a male voice talking to her. She glanced at him and recognized him. He worked with her. “Very long day. And yourself? How was your day?”
