This takes place around the time that Brody just found out that her sister's death was actually a murder.
Brody didn't mind the way the excessive amount of alcohol was burning her throat. She just signaled for the waiter to bring her another round. Murder...her sister's death was an unsolved murder. She downed another shot and suddenly threw the glass towards the mirror that was across the bar.
"Don't you think you're gonna have to pay for that?" She heard a familiar voice joking behind her. He could hear her mumbling a few swear words under her breath. "Hey? Uh...Brody?" LaSalle asked.
"What?" She said flatly. He was shocked to see her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at him.
"Oh God Brody. What's wrong?" He asked, his voice filled with concern.
"Nothing that concerns you." She said quietly as she traced her finger around the circular top of the shot glass.
"So...So." LaSalle stammered. "What are you doing here?" He asked. Trying to break the tension.
"I needed a drink." She replied.
"Oh. Well I think you've had more than a drink." LaSalle said as he motioned over to the collection of glasses that were accumulating beside her.
"Not in the mood LaSalle.", She said.
"Mind if I have a drink with ya?",LaSalle asked as he sat down at the barstool beside her.
"I'm not stopping you.", Brody said, moitioning for another round.
That bartender sat down two more shot glasses. Brody eagerly drank it while LaSalle let his sit.
"What are you doing here?", Brody asked.
"Sometimes I come here after a stressful case.",LaSalle said as he rubbed his head and sighed.
"Oh...", Brody said, sounding like she was far away in thought.
"So, you never did tell me why you are really here."
"I told you, I needed a drink.", Brody said, anger rising in her voice.
"Yes, but why do you need a drink?", LaSalle edged.
"I just do!", She said as she lost her balance and almost fell of her stool.
"Okay, time to go home. You're definitely drunk.", LaSalle said, standing up and waiting for Brody.
"I don't want to go home and I'm not drunk.", Brody stated firmly.
"Ya know, I find that a little hard to believe considering you just bout fell off your chair.", LaSalle said, raising his eyebrow and taking his shot of whiskey.
"Excuse me, I think I'm going to be sick.", Brody said as her hand flew up to her mouth and she ran for the door with LaSalle close behind.
She ran over to a bush outside and emptied the contents of her stomach while LaSalle held her hair back.
"Ya okay now?", LaSalle asked.
Merri nodded her head and slowed her breathing down as she leaned against the cool brick wall.
"Come on, you're coming to my place.", LaSalle said as he grabbed her rm and started down the sidewalk.
"No, LaSalle. I'm fine. I'm not that drunk.", She said, trying to get free from LaSalle's grip.
"Tell that to your puddle of vomit and the endless pile of shot glasses that are sitting in there.", LaSalle said, trying to put on his most serious face. He just couldn't help but laugh a little to himself, she was just an adorable drunk.
"Your lucky that I don't have the energy to fight you right now LaSalle.", Brody said as she walked beside him down the sidewalk towards his house.
"Here, these should fit. Now go take a cold shower and I'll have some coffee waiting for us when you're done.", LaSalle said as he handed her some sweatpants and a shirt.
"Thanks Chris.", Merri said, taking them and walking towards his bathroom. She locked the door and turned on the shower to freezing temperature. As soon as her bare skin touched the freezing water she started feeling a little bit better. Deciding to try and get the smell of smoke and liquor off of her, she grabbed the first bottle of shampoo she saw and washed her hair. After rinsing it, she turned the shower off and wrapped herself in a towell she found in the cupboard. She then put on the sweatpants and shirt he gave her. They fit pretty good, other that the pants, but they would work.
She then walked out to the kitchen and sat down next to LaSalle who had a steaming cup of black coffee ready for her.
"Ya ready to talk now?"