❝But then I remember that alcohol existed.❞
Alcohol, a quick remedy for anything that follows thelife of a detective. It’s funny how both of them were brought in the same case,yet in a different town, Cassius holds a mystery to himself as Myungsoo does,and both of them are basically into the job that they both think suits them sowell—no wonder, he knew that they would get along.
Getting along would mean inviting the elder to have adrink with him, he doesn’t really know what or how he exactly got the chance tobe an investigator, knowing that his educational background isn’t entirelyfitting into the role when he was forced out of school due to his healthreasons (Myungsoo has that habit of deeply searching upon someone’s profilebefore getting to know them by hand and person, no wonder he knew these thingsthat some people wouldn’t tell him). At times, he wonders with he’s suited forthe job but he have seen and saw Cassius on the works, and so to speak, asMyungsoo knew that he could handle things on his own, another intelligent mindwould do the job quite well, especially in such estate where people feed onothers, especially in the police station where politics matter—and he’s gladthat he’s Chinese, because he isn’t entitled to have his own opinion about whoto pick as their head commissioner.
“But then I remember that alcohol existed.” He hears himsay, he felt guilty upon knowing that he wasn’t entirely listening to him speakwhen he was, so he heard tidbits of what he was talking about, then again, theywere both like that, mostly and usually preoccupied with things around them,and not the things that matters; he runs his fingers through his hair, lettinghis fingers curl along the cup of whiskey in hand as he leans back with a smallhuff of breath leaving his lips.
“So you wanted to take me out on a lemonade, until youremembered that alcohol exists?” He raises a brow, playfully teasing his friendwhile shaking his head in contemplation whether he should tease more or theelder would probably not know what it hits him, or maybe he’s too dense to knowwhat he means so he just stays put, a small snort leaving his pair of thin lipsas he takes another whisk of the alcohol he has in hand. “So, how’s theinvestigation going? Have you seen the evidence that I’ve sent on your officethe other day? The man was stabbed in an orderly fashion, on the length of hisback and he was muttering something about religion of some sort—but we stillhave no leads on what went and happened that night.”
