October 14th, Tuesday. 9:23 PM
The lights flickered in the worn out bar as people moved in and out of the booths and to and from the bar. They always seemed to do that, flicker that's is, when the bar was filled over it's capacity with people. Or maybe it was the fact that the bar was old and hadn't been renovated since the 70s.
The floor was sticky and it may be because just this night every person in this place were holding onto a filled glass of any alcoholic beverage they could get their hands on, or that the excited and rowdy crowd had a hard time keeping their drinks in their glasses. It didn't matter though, the floor had probably not been mopped for a few days anyway.
"Alright, listed up!" A voice called over the loud crowd, and people slowly but surely quieted down. People started to turn towards the booth in the middle as the man who had spoken stood up on the couch he was previously seated on so everyone could see as he spoke. He cleared his throat and smiled big as he held onto his almost empty glass of beer.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate something extraordinary. Something we have worked on for years and years." He started and was interrupted by a few cheers and whistles. "Victory comes to those who work hard and never give up, and that my friends, are you. It is with pure joy and satisfaction I say these words to you guys; my family who fucking showed everyone that justice always wins. I want to raise a glass to that."
He raised his glass over his head to make it even more visible to the crowd around him. Everyone did the same before a loud "cheers!" was exclaimed by each and every single one. The bartender might even have shouted along.
As everyone had taken a gulp of their drinks and their cheers had been silenced, the man
who once spoke did so again. "And I want to give a special cheer to a special someone. Someone who made this possible and finally ended this shit all together."
He glanced down as he said so, looking directly at me with an intoxicated, yet extremely satisfied face, and smiled big. I was seated in the same booth as him, looking up at my colleague across from me and gave him a smile back. I wanted to be smug, I wanted to take the honor and the compliments, but I had a hard time doing so. This was as much of a team effort as it was me alone. They all knew that but I still couldn't bring myself to cheer with the
others as they clapped their hands and incited me to stand up as well. I laughed and shook my head, so he continued to speak.
"Ashton Irwin, you are one hell of a cop, but you are now also one hell of a fucking Narc!
LAPD could not have done this without you, and you know it." He said and this time gave me a more genuine smile. He knew I didn't like all this attention on me. "A drug trafficking case we have been working on for over a year is finally put to an end. A two fucking ton cocaine bust. Seven people in custody about to be sent to jail for a real fucking time. It's alright to gloat now Irwin, if you don't I'll do it for you."
It was a big deal. Actually it was a huge deal. The biggest thing to happen in my career and maybe the biggest thing that will ever happen. I had seen more about this bust in
newspapers and on TV than the reports on the president's resignation. And I was happy. Fuck it; I was over the moon about this! We did this. I did this, and it was okay to gloat. Just for one night.
"So let's raise our glasses once more tonight for Ashton fucking Irwin. May his name be
remembered in the history books and may he also forget about work for one night to get fucking senselessly wasted tonight. Cheers!" He spoke one last time and raised his glass with such force that some of the liquid spilled on the people next to him. They didn't seem to mind though.
I did the same, raising my beer towards him and then the crowd before taking a big gulp.
Yeah he's probably right, I deserve this right now.
"It's so funny to me that you can do about anything in this world without flinching or
questioning it, but the only time you falter is when someone gives you a compliment." Calum spoke as he had sat down on the couch again. He finished off the last of his beer before looking straight into my eyes. I smiled and shrugged.
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Blue Blood Money | lashton
Fanfiction"There is no such thing as honest money and there is no such thing as an honest life. No money has ever been made or earned in an honest way. Your wealth is built on blood money and only that. It's just turned into blue blood money now." he said, hi...
