\u201cThe bar is closing, Bev,\u201d the bartender tells her. He notices that she is completely wasted. \u201cDo you need a ride?\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiles and turns her head. She walks out of the bar and stumbles to her knees. A large gash of blood and dirt covers her lean legs. She laughs, as if immune to the pain.<\/p>\n
After pondering her next move, she decides she must go home to quench her utter thirst. She gets into her pretentious Saab convertible and attempts to steer. The car stalls out and comes to a halt. She laughs in hysterics wondering why she isn\u2019t able to drive her own car.<\/p>\n
She starts the car again and pounds her stiletto-clad foot on the gas as she releases the clutch with the other foot. The car tears out of the gravel parking lot and into the barren Park Boulevard.<\/p>\n
She accelerates as if trying to win the Indianapolis 500. She screams in exhilaration like a rebellious teenager with their new license.<\/p>\n
As she approaches the corner of a bend in the road on Park Boulevard, the car swerves. She tries to take control of the car, but it is too late. An oncoming vehicle smashes head-on with her car; glass shatters all over the road from the crash.<\/p>\n
She opens her door erratically and attempts to run over to the other car. She falls to the ground.<\/p>\n
Sirens feverishly disturb the night silence. Police vehicles approach the scene and medics rush to the bodies to determine their fate. Bev is awakened by a concerned medic.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am fine,\u201d she slurs as she hurriedly stands up. She tries to walk away, but the medic puts a tight clench on her fragile wrist.<\/p>\n
The medic forces her to take a breathalyzer test. Almost impossibly, her blood-alcohol content is registered as 0.41.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am fine,\u201d she repeats in angst as she is lowered into the back of the police car. \u201cI am a cop!\u201d<\/p>\n
The police discover this statement is indeed valid. Bev was Detective Beverly White, a highly regarded detective in her prime in Seattle for the last twenty years.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
To celebrate her employment freedom, she decided to go out that night. She sits in the bar and pours drink after drink into her body as if she was downing merely water. But she doesn\u2019t quit; she gulps her vodka … Continue reading