My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 2 Davis Bar

The vehicle was driving along Route 6, and Ethan slowed down when passing the carriage in front.

The bearded man driving the car noticed that the car beside him had slowed down, and raised his hand to press his top hat.

The window curtains of the carriage were pulled open, and the Amish girl smiled, revealing an innocent face.

"Rebecca Bowman"

Ethan glanced at her calmly, stepped up the accelerator and drove forward.

A few minutes later, I turned the steering wheel, entered a private road, walked a few hundred meters further, and came to a single-family house.

The house is about 20 meters away from the lake, surrounded by trees, and the small area around it is the private land left by old Morgan to Ethan.

Listening to the chirping of birds and looking at his own house in front of him, Ethan didn't go back to the house after getting off the car.

Walk to the small wooden pier by the lake and sit cross-legged.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and smoked it silently, staring at the sparkling lake in a daze.

The cigarette butt was pressed on the wooden board, and Ethan exhaled a puff of smoke heavily, as if saying goodbye to the past.

Flipping his palm, a glass tube filled with red liquid appeared in his palm.

He pulled out the cork on the top of the glass tube and smelled it with his nose, but there was no smell.

Without any further hesitation, he tilted his head and poured it into his mouth.

It's a bit spicy, like drinking Huoxiang Zhengqi water.

Just as he was savoring the taste, his tailbone seemed to be ignited, and a burning sensation ran along his spine straight to the back of his head.

Immediately, his whole body became hot as if being burned by fire, and Ethan plunged into the lake with a "plop" without hesitation.

After soaking in the water for a long time, the hot feeling gradually disappeared.

Ethan swam ashore panting, and took off all his clothes. Anyway, the surrounding area is his own place, so he is not afraid of being seen.

Bounced a few times on the spot, feeling that his body was extremely loose, and his belly, which was still a little fat, now became sharp. He excitedly clenched his fists and punched the big tree next to him.

There was a muffled "bang", and Ethan kept his punching posture for a few seconds.

Feel the speed and power of the punch and the pain of the fist.

Looking at the broken skin on his knuckles, Ethan grinned.

Picking up the clothes thrown on the floor, he strode towards the house.

This is a typical American wooden house with a huge open kitchen next to the living room.

Going further inside, there are two rooms, one large and one small. The original owner piled up all the old objects in the small room.

All kinds of facilities are available in the large room, and the lake scenery can be directly seen through the window next to the wooden bed.

After taking a shower, Ethan set the alarm on the bedside to seven o'clock in the evening, pulled off the quilt and fell asleep.

In the evening, Ethan reached out to turn off the harsh alarm, stretched his body, and came to the living room with a yawn.

Feeling his empty stomach, he opened the refrigerator. Except for beer and drinks, there were no ingredients, and the kitchen utensils in the kitchen were all dusty.

The original owner seemed to be an owner who never cooks, so he had to change his clothes and drive to the town.

A few minutes later, watching the neon lights above the houses on the side of the road flashing a few big words "Davis Bar"

Ethan stopped the car, opened the door and walked in.

There are a few tables next to the old bar, a pool table further inside, and a coin-operated jukebox against the wall.

The gray-haired black bartender was leisurely wiping the glass with a towel. It was still early, and there was no one in the bar except the bartender.

Ethan found a place at the bar, pulled out the high wooden chair and sat down.

The black bartender threw the towel over his shoulder and looked at him with interest.

"Are you a tourist?"

"Why do you say that?" Ethan touched the pulped wooden bar.

The bartender raised his hand and nodded his head, "Please trust the memory of a bartender, I know most of the people in the town."

"Ethan Morgan, the new Banshee Town police officer, will officially start work tomorrow."

"Candy Bates, owner and bartender of this bar, you can just call me Candy."

Candy opened a glass, took a half bottle of bourbon from the wine cabinet, poured some into it, and pushed the glass to Ethan.

"This cup belongs to the shop, congratulations."

After Ethan thanked him, he took a sip and then drank it down.

After putting down the glass and motioning for candy to refill the drink, Ethan ordered a fried steak.

I have to say that the craftsmanship of the candy is quite good, and the steak is fried just right.

Seeing the gold belt hanging on the wall, Ethan curiously gestured to the photo next to the belt with a knife. In the old photo, a strong black man was punching his opponent with a fist in his gloves.

Candy turns to look at the photo "That's me, at lightweight."

After cutting a piece of steak and chewing it slowly in his mouth, Ethan asked curiously.

"How many rounds did you fight?"

"It didn't take him until the eighth round, and he's a southpaw and needs more time to deal with it."

Candy's eyes lit up, "It was a title match, do you know how long I held this belt?"

Ethan put down the knife and fork and looked at the candy.

"Eighteen months!" Candy said proudly.

He raised his glass and took a sip, paying homage to the candy.

I don't know if it's because of his improved physique, but Ethan's alcohol consumption increased a lot. After drinking a few glasses of whiskey, his face felt slightly hot.

As time went by, the number of people in the bar gradually increased. Ethan asked Candy to take away the plates, and looked at the people in the bar while drinking.

Beside the pool table, a blond beauty in a short black dress was holding a wine glass, and her long white legs were dancing gently to the music of the jukebox.

In a bar, beside such a beautiful woman, there are usually many crazy bees and butterflies.

But here, no one came forward to strike up a conversation, but occasionally glanced secretly.

When she turned her face, Ethan found that she was the Amish girl sitting in the carriage today, so he picked up the wine glass and gestured to her.

Seeing his actions, Candy warned in a low voice:

"Some women cannot be touched, like roses with thorns, even if you are a policeman."

Ethan said that it doesn't matter, if there are too many debts, he will not worry, and if there are too many troubles, it will be the same.

The Amish girl came over and sat down next to Ethan, who motioned for Candy to pour her a glass of wine.

Candy shook her head helplessly, filled her glass with wine, and went to greet other guests.

After Ethan talked to her for a few words, the two exchanged names.

After drinking the wine in the glass, Ethan extended an invitation to Rebecca meaningfully.

"The air inside is a bit stuffy. Do you want to get some fresh air outside? My car is parked outside."

Rebecca looked at his handsome face, smiled, picked up her handbag and walked towards the door without saying anything.

Ethan quickly counted out a few banknotes, pressed them under the cup, and chased them out.

After half an hour, the Ford F150 stopped rocking rhythmically, and Ethan fell in love with the car, which is roomy and well damped.

After saying goodbye to Rebecca, he drove home. Tomorrow is the first day of work.

(End of this chapter)