By TheUncanny 4 Comments
The soft drums kick in and Bernie escorts his partner for the night to the center of the club for the dance she'd been asking for all night long. The maestro on the piano was working the notes like velvet stitching and the detective's partner followed every beat with an equally graceful step. Bernie kept up with her well enough to look classy.
They swayed together like it was prom night and the band played like they may not see another day.
It was beautiful balance thrown off by none other than the local police. They weren't there to join the melody, but find the killer that had slipped out of their sight a few hours ago.
"Wonder what their here for?" She said to Bernie with her ever alluring Spanish tongue.
Bernie replied softly enough for only the two of them to hear "Oh, don't worry about them my love. They just saw me murder some stranger a few blocks back without my mask and they think they can actually catch me."
He laughed a bit after responding, but she replied with a loud "What!" lucky the saxophone sang it's lovely song loud enough to drown out her bellow.
"Babydarlinghoneypie, shhh. If you say things that loud it'll draw more attention to us." Bernie whispered
"I... I... You're insane." She responded in a pitch as loud as his own
"I thought my insanity was the reason you liked me golden-girl."
"Keep it down please sweet-treat."
"I liked you because I thought you reminded me of that guy from The Voice"
"Adam Levine? We look absolutely nothing a like you shallow bitc-"
She then slaps the maniac and yells out loud to the investigating cops "Your murderer is right here boys" and turns back to her former date with a sincere "I hope you drop the soap when you're in jail bitch!"
The band stops playing their marvelous tune...
Bernie's a bit shocked...
And the cops weave their way through the other couples. The club clears out and that leaves Bernie alone with the men and women in blue.
"Well damn. If I had a nickle for ever time this has happened to me I'd have like-" He's cut off by a speeding bullet just narrowly missing his cranium. Determined not to let another bullet stray so close, he makes quick work of the cops with near peak perfection martial arts skills and escapes once again, only this time, a little distracted by the Adam Levine comment from earlier
"Is it the hair? It has to be the hair."