User:Sev40/Have a Drink

Upon being updated to the rank of Police Sergeant, Edmond Dahm realises it may not be as bad as he originally thought...

If there was one thing I like about being promoted, it's that the offices have really comfortable chairs.

For a second, I almost forgot why I tried to decline their offer in the first place. My aching body absorbed itself into the leather chair, perfectly supported in all areas. I couldn't hide my ear-wide grin, nor the chance to spin around to view the rest of the office. I couldn't notice a flaw on the white walls, which were blurred with the opened Venetian blinds. It felt more than perfect for the few times I would be visiting this place.

As the chair came to a stop facing the desk, my head fell into my arms, which were supported by the polished dark table. I scanned through my mind to figure out why this occasion felt so... lackluster. Seconds afterwards, I threw my torso and head back very quickly when I realised why it felt odd; I needed a bit of fun, something to remember. I wonder if Joel would like a drink...



When the young man walked up to the glass door, he sighed in frustration at his superior.

As Joel Hayman turned the doornob, he suspected that it had something to do with Dahm's promotion. It almost looked like Dahm wasn't expecting him, instead admiring the raised view of Mira his office presented. When a loud click resulted from the door, Dahm turned suddenly, looked at Hayman's face, and slowly rotated the rest of his body around. He wasn't in a hurry as he walked to his chair, instead quickly falling into it with his hands relaxed behind his head. His sigh indicated that he enjoyed it.

He gestured him to sit in the stool opposite him. "G'Day Heyman, its been a while."

"Yes, yes it has. I haven't been feeling good recently."

Dahm shook his head. "That's bad, doing what we did... and you didn't even get a fair-dinkem reward."

Hayman pulled a confused expression, wondering what he was going on about. "Heyman, we've been working together for five months now. We stopped the crime movement FRA, and exposed their partners. I couldn't become a Sergeant without your help." Dahm paused for second, looking through the windows. "I think we could both use a good bottle of Whiskey."

Hayman waved his arms in front of him. "Uhh no thanks. I-I don't drink."

Dahm pulled out a two-litre bottle out of his draw, complete with two cups. "Are you really gonna deny this expensive gift, when you need to strike some gold once in a while?"

Relenting, Hayman reluctantly reached for a glass. The next half-hour passed in a breeze, and despite Hayman's insistence not to, he couldn't remember how much he swallowed. Eventually, Dahm confessed that he had no more left. As he led an uncoordinated Hayman out of his office, Dahm couldn't hide his excitement as he waited for the inevitable chaos - and the camera which would pay witness to it all.