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Apparently today is my blogs third anniversary. Hard to believe it’s been that long. Even though I keep changing things, this has always been my writing blog. Not to give anyone advice(because I am so not an advice-giver), but more to chronicle my own journey, among other things. I don’t see that changing any time soon either.

Anyway, onto the next installment of Garren’s Story. If you’ve missed any, you can catch up on them here, here, here, and here.


Irritation rode Garren’s shoulders as he exited the house. Twelve hours around that man was much more than he could take. His fingers tapped against the steering wheel all the way across town. He’d been so thankful when the other officer had relieved him of duty. He hadn’t been able to get out of there fast enough. Garren sighed as he pulled into the parking lot behind his building. He just wanted to get a shower and hopefully wash all the stress from today off of him. Maybe settle down with a bottle of beer in front of the tv.
He unlocked the door to his apartment and saw the light flashing on his answering machine. His face tightened with a scowl, but he closed his door and locked it again before walking over to push the button. Shit. He didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. But, when he pressed the button and heard that voice, some of the irritation lifted from his shoulders.
“Hey, Garren, it’s Ginny. I’m sure you’re working, but wanted to let you know a couple of us are meeting at Johnny’s. Didn’t know if you wanted to join us or not, but thought I’d let you know. It’s about six now. We’re meeting there around seven-thirty.” She paused then said, “Haven’t seen you in a while. I miss you.”
He could hear the wistfulness in her voice. Damn. He missed her too. They had dated for a while in high school. Then, she’d gone to Denver for college. They hadn’t seen much of each other then, but she’d come home a year ago. She hadn’t been able to get enough financial aid, and her father had gotten sick. They only had each other. Her mother had left long ago, and she didn’t have any siblings.
He didn’t have a relationship with her, but they hooked up whenever they were free. It didn’t seem to be too often between his hours and her working two different jobs. It had been almost a month since he’d seen her last. He thought a night out with some friends might be just what he needed. He didn’t have to be into work the next day anyway.
He still needed a shower though.He glanced at the clock. It was already after seven. Shit. He could take a quick shower and still be there before eight. They certainly wouldn’t leave before that. Probably not for quite a while after. He had time.
It was just before eight when he walked into the bar. Quite a few people raised their hand to him in greeting. They city of Gilbert wasn’t so large that a lot of people didn’t know each other. Especially in a place like this. He knew wearing the police department t-shirt helped. Even if they didn’t know him by name, they’d greet a police officer. Well, until the rougher clientele came in later. They’d probably be gone by then though.
There were a couple people who called out to him by name. It hadn’t even been a year since his twenty-first birthday, but he spent quite a few of his nights off here. So, he knew a lot of the patrons. He was focused on finding his friends though, so he only gave them a nod or a wave. He scanned the crowd for a girl with light brown hair, and an infectious smile.
He heard his name called again and recognized the voice this time. He smiled and turned his head in that direction, saw Ginny waving at him. He turned and started toward them. There was another girl beside her, someone he knew from school but couldn’t remember her name. Kyle and Geoff, his best friends from school, sat on the other side of the table.
He slid into the booth beside Ginny. “Young lady, I’m going to have to see some ID. You can’t be old enough to be in here,” he said, trying to use his most authoritative voice.
She just laughed. “You’re so full of it, Garren. Why don’t you order a drink?” She was studying his face. “It looks like you could use it.”
He gave a little laugh. “Yeah. I certainly could.” The shower hadn’t washed away all the irritation from his day with the Wilkerses.
He took the first sip of whiskey when the waitress brought it over, letting the burn of it push away some more of the irritation. Ginny’s hand on his arm helped even more. “Everything okay?” She asked him.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Got put on a new detail. It’s bullshit.”
“What is it?” Kyle asked. “Thought you were out patrolling the streets.”
He shook his head. “Like I said, new detail. Get to play babysitter to an idiot who doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut.” He took a longer sip of the whiskey. Winced when it went down. He liked the taste of whiskey and the way it made him feel after the first one went down. But, it burned going down. He saw them all still watching him and shrugged one shoulder. “Special assignment from the deputy chief. Not much I can do about it until it’s done.” He just hoped his next shift went smoother than this one had. It wouldn’t take much.
Ginny nudged his thigh with her hip. “Why don’t you dance with me, Garren?”
He knew she was trying to get him out of his head. And he was willing to let her for the night.

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