PROLOGUE
"You're kidding, aren't you?," Daisy opened her eyes wide, unable to believe in Enos' words.
"I'm sorry, Dais. But... it's NOT your business."
"NOT my business? Enos Strate, since you came back from L.A. you're not yourself anymore! Drunk! Yesterday evening you were DRUNK! And you had a fight with Bo and Luke. YOU! It's... absurd, so stop sayin' it's not my business."
Enos closed his eyes and he had a deep sigh, trying to ease his headache, "Yeah, I know... but... Daisy, I'm sorry, OK? I didn't want to quarrel with Bo and Luke, and.. I didn't want to ... get drunk!"
"Oh, yeah, the beer entered your mouth without your permission, I suppose," anger and sarcasm in Daisy's voice, now her arms folded in her typical way when she got angry.
Another deep breath, "It happened, I'm sorry."
"It happened 'cause you're strange after 6 months you spent in L.A. for that sort of training. What did it happen to you in L.A.? I KNOW something happened, and it's why you're acting this way," deep and deep anger in her voice.
"Chief Broggi simply asked me if I wanted to go to L.A. for a training, to gain experience. Just 6 months, and I decided to use this occasion. You should know how much I love my job, Dais, and reaching L.A.P.D. for the second time, just only for 6 months, it's a great opportunity, for me," his voice tired as he fought against his headache.
Daisy had a deep sigh and she shook her head, her arms still folded: he didn't answer her question. She couldn't believe in his words, she couldn't believe he was so stubborn to hide what happened to him in L.A., 'cause it was pretty obvious something happened, something really serious.
The man in front of her wasn't Enos. He was Enos but at the same time he wasn't Enos.
Enos would have NEVER got drunk, Enos would have NEVER had a fight with anybody (especially with Bo and Luke). She observed him: he wasn't Enos; he was thinner and somehow sad, a strange sadness in his eyes and features instead of his usual wide smiles and sparkling eyes.
His hat in his hands, he blushed and he looked down at his fidgeting fingers: he was still Enos, after all, but Daisy couldn't help but wondering what happened to him in L.A., her heart stirring and her rage turning into worrisome.
And from the kitchen's window, looking at Enos and Daisy's speaking, Bo, Luke and uncle Jesse too were wondering about Enos' time in L.A. In effect, Dukes were wondering about it since Enos' coming back, only two weeks before, the big city spitting their best friend out after shattering him for 6 months, its teeth marking him.
A challenge on Hazzardnet: write a story with Enos drunk. An idea floating in my mind for a long time, so I've finally decided to have a try and to face this challenge, coupling this challenge with another idea floating in my mind for a long time (I've always loved to imagine Enos in L.A., bein' a cop in that violent big city, a city that could hurt him very easily).