Otto Wye (ratheryouthanme) wrote in notionsic, @ 2011-07-19 13:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, danny wojtowicz, july 2011, oscar clements |
[ WHO ] Danny and Ossie.
[ WHAT ] Drinks and discussion.
[ WHEN ] Tuesday evening, July 19th, after work.
[ WHERE ] The usual watering hole.
[ STATUS ] Complete.
[ RATING ] Medium (language, drinkin').
Ossie didn't drink as much as he used to when he'd first found himself a bachelor again at the age of thirty-nine, but when he did, he drank a lot. After a particularly unpleasant day of work (three bodies from an apparent murder-suicide, his computer not working, and having to wait for a half-hour for them to finish working on the stairs while the elevator remained empty, because he now refused to set foot near one of the things), he wanted nothing more than to turn his brain off for awhile (as much as was possible for him, anyway) and drown himself in booze.
He was sitting at the bar alone, nursing a pint amid a few empty shot glasses and examining the grain of the countertop when he was approached by an inebriated woman looking for love in all the wrong places.
"Are you a cop?" she asked him, the expression on her face clearly indicating she was hoping for a 'yes'.
Ossie turned and stared at her for a moment, wrinkling his brow. "No, I'm a doctor," he said finally.
"Ooooooh, you mean like a surgeon?"
"No, like the kind who pulls bullet fragments out of a teenage girl's face, fragments put there by her father after killing her mother and after, himself."
The woman just stood there for a moment before deciding against making further conversation with the pathologist. She left, and it was at that point that Ossie spotted a familiar face from the department.
"Danny! Danuta Wojtowicz. Hello," he greeted, with a bit more enthusiasm than he usually might have mustered had he not been slightly tipsy.