Hello again! This is...very strange that I wrote something else so quickly, but here we are lol Based off a tumblr prompt I saw a while back also yes I cross post everything to AO3

All Nicole wanted was one drink. One drink to help her relax after her first week in Purgatory and one week of the most crazy, confusing and downright baffling occurrences as an officer. Unfortunately the only place in town to do that was Shorty's, some old-west cowboy bar she really didn't want to situate herself in, but she had little choice.

Nicole had to pause when she walked in, quickly identifying who had to be the local drunks, the college kids who definitely were not enrolled but telling their parents otherwise, and people taking monetary advantage of the people who had too many.

"This'll be fun," Nicole muttered to herself, grateful the seat she found was a far way as she could get to the boys hanging around, offering themselves off as some kind of god that the women would just have to love.

The man behind the bar gave her a nod of acknowledgment, before he turned to the four rowdy people in front of him. She took off her hat, finally realizing that maybe she should have left it in her car. The uniform was bad enough and she hadn't even thought of going home first to change.

"Hey, sorry about the wait, what can I get for you?" A woman entered her vision and Nicole's world instantly narrowed and she could only see the vision in front of her. The crop-top claiming 'Shorty's' on the front and the cutest smile Nicole swears she's ever seen.

She must have responded because the next words she heard were, "...If you're sure that's what you want? I mean we don't have that in the bar but I do have some upstairs."

"Um, sorry what?"

"Chocolate milk? Kind of a strange thing to ask for, but if you're still on duty I guess that's ok. No problem though, think of it as a welcome present," the woman in front of her grinned before bounding off towards the stairs Nicole had just noticed.

Groaning in embarrassment Nicole put her head down on the bar, "I did not just ask for chocolate milk."

"I'm afraid you did," a gruff laugh said to her left and Nicole turned her head to see the bartender she'd seen when she first sat down.

"Tell me no one else heard that," Nicole pleaded.

"Just you, me, and Waverly."

"Waverly?"

He pointed in the direction the woman had gone and laughed, holding out his hand, "Shorty."

"Nicole," she shook his hand trying to ignore the red in her cheeks. Waverly? Cute name for the cute gal. A small dreamy grin formed on Nicole's face and Shorty laughed again.

"Already in deep after ten seconds, good luck," Shorty patted her on the shoulder and left to tend to other customers. Waverly entering Nicole's line of sight seconds later.

"Here ya go, one chocolate milk for the newly arrived Officer," Waverly set down the glass proudly and Nicole didn't have the heart to mention that she wasn't even a fan of milk. It was her own damn fault anyway. How did I order something I don't even like?

"Much appreciated, I'm Nicole. Nicole Haught."

"Waverly." Waverly hesitated, a shout to the left grabbed Waverly's attention and forced Nicole to stop staring as a group of guys started getting rowdy, "I hope you have a good evening, Nicole." Nicole was seconds from getting up to help, but Waverly barged over, hands on her hip, the most adorable glare Nicole had ever seen and whatever she had shouted made the group look away in shame and got them to wander back to whatever hole they crawled out of.

Standing up to leave, she set out ten dollars and, after brief hesitation, her card as well. "I am in so much trouble."

Thank you for reading!