Seven Devils

The sensible thing to do post-shift would be to go home and sleep; Dallas was fine with those 10 hour overnight shifts, it wasn't like a lot happened all the time. Beyond the report of a dog barking constantly, someone complaining about a light that wouldn't stop flickering and a call from a drunk who couldn't find his house, there wasn't much going on.

It was honestly a relief, following Singles Night, there was nothing Dallas wanted more than a quiet shift where he didn't need to do anything too stupid or intense.

Since he'd gotten home, intense was the last thing he wanted. The more stable and routine his life could be, the better. And sure, sometimes his own choices didn't really help that, but for the most part, there was nothing much beyond explaining to Rex how the candy inside the evidence bag wasn't really evidence if the fingerprints were on the wrapper, right? So it'd be fine to open the pack and just extract the candy, right?

But instead of going home, sleeping for six hours and then getting himself ready for that evenings shift, Dallas dragged himself to the diner, planning on at least getting a full stomach before he went home to pass out. He had no desire to cook anything and he knew hunger would wake him before he was ready if he didn't eat.

Thankfully it wasn't too packed just yet, and Dallas could obtain a seat at the counter, flagging down the waitress to get a large coffee and as much bacon and eggs as they'd willingly serve him.

Fighting back a yawn, Dallas rested his head on the heel of his hand and took in the other early morning patrons.