My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

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

"Rusek!"

He grabbed a wad of paper and threw it forward: "What are your plans for the evening?"

"I'm sorry, Detective."

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

As he spoke, he put on his coat and walked downstairs happily.

Eileen and Antonio had already left, and Horsted left early after a quarrel with Hank.

No one else said anything about his argument with Hank.

At work, friction is normal.

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

The door to the Sheriff's Office opened and Sumner stepped out.

His steps were relaxed and he looked happy.

Looks like she got good feedback from Hank.

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

If you don't have anyone to accompany you, just go home and stay alone.

"Hi~"

Sumner pointed to the whiskey in Ethan's hand: "You don't want to enjoy it alone, do you?"

Ethan raised the wine box and shook it:

"you mean?"

"If you want, why don't I treat you to dinner." Sumner picked up his coat and said with a smile:

"As a thank you for your help today."

"Besides, I also want to taste the taste of this bottle of wine. What do you think?"

Sumner still vividly remembered how the other party defended himself today, and his heart was full of gratitude.

When I work here, I also need friends.

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

"no."

Ethan's refusal without hesitation made Sumner's smiling face freeze.

"I'd better treat you."

He weighed the wine box and said with a smile: "After all, you invited me to drink, right?"

"Let's go~"

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

It’s not a date, so 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 and lobster restaurant.

After ordering the meal, a large plate of oysters and four two-pound steamed Boston lobsters were brought to the table not long after.

With some side dishes, a big table was filled.

If you do their job, you won't have a small appetite, so there is no problem eating these.

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

Sumner smiled and said, "Just ice cubes."

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

Pick up a big oyster, squeeze some lemon juice into it, and suck it into your mouth.

Enjoying the smooth, fresh taste with a hint of lemon, he picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Sumner.

"boom."

He drained the whiskey in one gulp and placed the empty glass on the table.

Spirits and fresh food are a perfect combination.

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

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

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

"No wonder you like to drink this wine."

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

"Are you investigating me?"

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

The meat 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 from the 21st Precinct."

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

"Believe me, it's not a hard thing 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."

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

"Click!"

Ethan was so excited that he crushed the shrimp claws and the juice inside splashed out.

Due to the angle, the juices fell on Sumner's neck and slowly trickled down along his collarbone.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan quickly took out the tissue and wiped her collarbone.

"fine."

Sumner was also shocked. She held down the tissue and wiped it herself: "What is the little secret you are talking about?"

"cough."

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

“You can’t taste any layer of flavor after drinking it.”

"Others said they could smell apples, flowers, dried fruits, smoke, etc., but I only smelled wine."

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

"What are you doing?" Sumner tapped his glass in surprise.

"I just think it tastes good."

Ethan smiled and put down the cup: "That's all."

"Haha, you are very sincere."

Sumner blinked at him: "Actually, I can't drink it. I was just pretending."

"Hahaha." Ethan also laughed:

"You are an interesting person."

"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 since you chose a very inappropriate way to come in."

"uh-huh."

Sumner shook his head and sighed:

"I also regret it. If I had followed the normal process, it might have been better."

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

She said while eating:

"When out in the field, is there any better place than the Intelligence Team of the 21st Branch?"

"I know Hank's style of doing things very well, 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?"

After finishing his meal, Sumner waved and slapped his red face.

She drinks well and her eyes are still clear.

"Let's go to the second half."

Ethan grabbed his coat and the two of them drove to Molly's Bar.

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

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

"How about changing to another place."

Ethan drove directly to Sumner's vehicle, rolled down the window and shouted.

"Follow me."

She hesitated, then waved her arms and kicked the accelerator forward.

The vehicle drove quickly and soon arrived in front of an apartment building.

Ethan found a place to stop at the corner of the street and walked over with half a bottle of whiskey. This was a five-story building with a red brick exterior.

The surrounding area is 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.

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

Walking up to the third floor, walking through the corridor to a room at the end, she took out her key and opened the door.

This is some kind of bar, it's clearly her residence.

"that?"

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

"certainly."

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

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

"All right."

Everyone is a colleague. Ethan thought this sentence silently in his mind and walked in.

What Sumner said was true. There was actually a small bar in the small one-bedroom apartment.

It was piled with a dazzling array of wine bottles and some bartending tools.