It would not be long before the bartenders knew Ricky by name, face, even the sound of her boots as she stepped into the bar. That was, if they didnít know her already. Ricky came to the bar quite often, especially after a case. When she was feeling frustrated, annoyed, tired, or just in the mood for a little fun, this was her main spot to let loose. And today, shhe was just in the mood to drink until she passed out on a barstool. She had spent half her day on a case, which was actually pretty easy, and then the rest of it at a damn library trying to do more research on crossroad demons to try and get her mom out of her deal.
She couldn't believe she only had one damn year left to help her own mother. It felt like just yesterday her mom woke her up at 2 in the morning, driving with her in the car and dragging her into a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from... She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. There were greater matters to concentrate on. Ones she could charge forward with rather than reach back.
She would not allow herself to dwell on the past. Not now, not ever. When she dwelled on the past, all it did was make things more depressing, less fun, and make things harder to focus.
Sighing, Ricky plopped down on her bar stool, slapping money down on the counter. "Gimme a polar bear shot." Ricky said, that easy going grin on her face. Yeah, tonight was just a night to relax and let go. She wouldn't have it any other way.