My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 538 Private Bar
After filling out all the accumulated documents, Ethan threw away his pen and stretched.

"Rusek!"

He grabbed a ball of paper and threw it forward: "What are your plans for tonight."

"I'm sorry, Detective."

Rusek shook his head and said, "I'm going to accompany Wendy tonight, you can find a show by yourself."

While speaking, he put on his coat and walked downstairs cheerfully.

Irene and Antonio had already left, and after a quarrel with Hank, Horstead left early.

No one else said anything about his argument with Hank.

Work, friction is normal.

Only Ethan knew the reason for their quarrel, and he only hoped that Horstead could really listen.

The door to the sheriff's office opened and Sumner stepped out.

His steps were easy, and he looked happy.

Looks like she's getting good feedback from Hank.

Ethan glanced at his watch, turned off the computer, opened the cabinet, and took out the whiskey in one go.

If no one is with you, then go home and stay at home by yourself.

"Hi~"

Sumner pointed to the whiskey in Ethan's hand: "Don't you want to enjoy it by yourself?"

Ethan lifted the wine box and shook it:
"what do you mean?"

"If you want, how about I treat you to dinner." Sumner picked up his coat and said with a smile:

"As a thank you for helping me today."

"In addition, I would also like to taste the taste of this bottle of wine, what do you think?"

Sumner can still vividly remember the way the other party defended himself today, and his heart is full of gratitude.

To work here by myself, I also need to have friends.

When you have the opportunity to go out to work, you need a suitable partner.

"No."

Ethan refused without hesitation, causing Sumner's smiling face to freeze.

"Let me invite you."

He weighed the wine box and said with a smile: "After all, you invited me to drink, didn't you?"

"Let's go~"

Sumner smiled and shook his head, and the two walked downstairs together.

It's not going on a date, there's no need to choose those fancy places.

Eating comfortably is the most important thing.

At Ethan's suggestion, the two drove to a seafood lobster restaurant.

After ordering a good meal, it didn't take long for a large plate of oysters and four steamed Boston lobsters of about two pounds to be brought to the table by the waiter.

With some side dishes, a large table was filled.

If you do their job, there is no one with a small appetite, and it is completely fine to eat these.

"Do you want to add something?" Ethan picked up the whiskey and opened the box.

"Ice will do," Sumner smiled.

Ethan waved to the waiter to bring some ice cubes, and then filled the glass with whiskey.

Picked up a big oyster, squeezed some lemon juice into it, and sucked it into his mouth.

Enjoying the smooth, fresh taste with a touch of lemon fragrance, he picked up the wine glass and touched Sumner.

"boom."

He drank the whiskey in one gulp, and dumped the empty glass on the table.

Spirits and fresh food are a perfect match.

"Good wine." Sumner rolled up his sleeves and took a big sip.

At the police station, she wore a suit most of the time and looked more like a federal agent than a detective.

He is also upright in doing things, I didn't expect to have such a side.

"No wonder you like to drink this wine."

Sumner shook the wine glass, smelled the aroma and said: "The taste is really good, with rich layers."

"Are you investigating me?"

Ethan directly tore off the shrimp head with his hands, pulled out the shrimp meat, soaked it in butter for a few times, and put it in his mouth.

The flesh is firm and somewhat elastic.

He ate the lobster meat and looked at Sumner.

"No."

Sumner shook his head and smiled, "Many people know Detective Ethan Morgan of the 21st Bureau."

"Every time you go to Molly's, you order the Macallan."

"Trust me, it's not hard to find out."

"Well, I didn't even know I would be famous." Ethan shrugged and pulled off a shrimp claw:
"Let me tell you a little secret."

"Tell me." Sumner picked up the oyster, pursed his lips, and licked the oyster meat.

"Crack!"

Excited, Ethan crushed the shrimp claws, and the juice inside splashed out.

Because of the angle, the juice fell onto Sumner's neck and trickled down his collarbone.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan quickly took out a tissue and wiped her collarbone.

"fine."

Sumner was also taken aback. She held down the tissue and wiped it herself: "What's your little secret?"

"cough."

Ethan picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "Actually, I can't tell the aroma at all."

"I can't drink any sense of hierarchy."

"Others say they can smell apples, flowers, dried fruits, smoke, etc., but I only smell wine."

"You can't drink the taste of cream, cinnamon, or honey."

"Then what are you?" Sumner tapped his glass in surprise.

"I just think it's delicious."

Ethan put down the glass with a smile: "That's all."

"Haha, you are very sincere."

Sumner winked at him: "Actually, I can't drink it, I just pretended."

"Hahaha." Ethan also laughed:

"You are kind of interesting."

"If you don't mind, why do you want to join the intelligence team?"

"To be honest, it's a lot of pressure for you, especially because you chose a very inappropriate way to come in."

"uh-huh."

Sumner shook his head and sighed:

"I regret it too. It might be better if I follow the normal process."

"I used to work in an office all the time. It can be said that going out to work is a dream of mine!"

She ate and said:
"Out on the field, is there a better place than the intelligence team of the 21st Bureau?"

"I am very aware of Hank's behavior style, and many people in the bureau also know it, but this is indeed the place where people can grow the fastest."

The two of them ate slowly, and before they knew it, half of the bottle of whiskey was gone.

"Do you still want to continue?"

When the meal was over, Sumner waved and slapped his flushed face.

She has a good capacity for alcohol and her eyes are still clear.

"Let's go, the second half."

Ethan grabbed his coat, and the two drove to Molly's bar together.

When I came here, the bar was extremely busy tonight.

Through the window glass, you can see that it is full of people.

"Why don't we change places?"

Ethan drove directly next to Sumner's vehicle, lowered the window and yelled.

"Follow me."

She hesitated for a moment, waved her arms directly, kicked the accelerator and drove forward.

The vehicle drove fast, and soon came to an apartment building.

Ethan found a spot on the corner of the street and stopped, carrying a half bottle of whiskey and walked over. This was a five-story red brick building.

The surroundings are quiet, and it doesn't look like there is any commercial place.

"Are you sure there's a bar here?"

He opened his arms and asked Sumner.

"Trust me, there are." Sumner led the way into the apartment building.

Go up to the third floor, walk through the corridor to a room at the end, and she directly takes out the key to open the door.

What kind of bar is this? It's clearly her residence.

"that?"

Ethan coughed: "Are you sure this is a bar?"

"of course."

Sumner pushed open the door and turned on the light: "This is my exclusive private bar."

"Come in, I'm the only one living here."

"Ok."

We are all colleagues, Ethan said this sentence silently in his heart, and walked in.

What Sumner said was true. In the small apartment with one bedroom and one living room, there was actually a small bar.

There are a variety of wine bottles piled on it, as well as some bartending tools.

(End of this chapter)