open starter at any bar. ( @elisabethstarters ).
❝ When your fucking hands are elbow deep in a little girl’s chest, than you tell me something about not needing a fucking ton of alcohol to cope with this shit. ❞ Samantha said as she opened the door to the bar, some eyes darting her way as she shot daggers at them respectively. Her day had not been the best, work had emotionally drained her and while she wanted and needed to get back home to her daughter, she also needed to spend some time calming down. It was pouring rain outside and Samantha did not want to make the long drive back to Fremont just yet, so she called her nanny and asked her if she would mind sticking around for a couple more hours, she would definitely pay and she didn’t want her daughter to see her disheveled like that. ❝ Don’t tell me to calm the fucking down Bill, you guys keep handing me these traumatizing cases and I yeah, I’m amazing at my job, but fuck, I don’t need to be more of a paranoid mother than I already am, ❞ considering all the things that happened in her past. She takes a seat at a bar stool and flags over the bartender holding up two fingers and mouthing whiskey, he understand, so he’s quick to pour and she’s quick to thank him. ❝ Look, I’m gonna go now and you all should really just consider yourselves lucky that I love my job, but I’m taking the day off tomorrow. ❞ He word was final and she shut down the call before Bill could speak again, slightly slamming her phone into the counter and sighing. ❝ Fuck this, ❞ she downed the whole drink in one big gulp, coughing as it ran down hot. She turned to the person next to her. ❝ I’ll buy your next drink for having to hear that. ❞
