December 31st, 2003

New Year's always sucked when he had to work. Bosco hated how many losers there were on the street. He wanted to be one of those losers. At least he got off at Eleven. He had enough time to go to his mother's bar and get shit faced before the ball dropped.

"Stupid oven mitts." Sasha said. Bosco blinked and looked at her as he stopped at a red light.

"Oven mitts?" He asked. Sasha narrowed her eyes.

"Have you been listening to a word I've been saying?" She asked him, "No. Of course you haven't. You're Boscorelli."

"I phase out when the conversation gets boring." He said.

"Thanks." Sasha chuckled softly and shook her head, "Do you even know that the entire universe doesn't revolve around you?"

"Why doesn't it?" Bosco smirked. Sasha could only shake her head. She didn't know how Yokas put up with this for ten years.

"So, what are you doing tonight?" Sasha asked.

"Going to go get drunk." He said pulling into the station, "What about you? Gonna bake some cookies or change some diapers?"

"Deon isn't in diapers." Sasha said getting out of the car. Bosco shrugged his shoulders.

"Whatever." He went ahead of her into the station. Bosco was tired and just wanted to have a good time tonight. Maybe hook up with some drunken girl. Bosco smiled as he went into the locker room.

"What are you laughing about?" Ty stood by his locker getting dressed.

"Drunk girls." Bosco smiled as he opened his locker. Ty nodded.

"Drunken girls are great." Ty said, "Veeeery nice." Bosco smirked taking his uniform off. "I take it that you're going to get laid tonight."

"I'm going to try like hell." Bosco said.

"You're going to have to try harder than that." Sasha said opening her own locker, "Even drunken girls are smarter than that."

"You're just jealous." Bosco said. Sasha couldn't help but to laugh loudly.

"Trust me. I'm not jealous of that." She said unbuttoning her uniform shirt. Ty took up.

"Hasta manana, Amigos." He said.

"Bye." Sasha said sitting down on the bench. Bosco watched her.

"How is the onion?" He asked. Sasha smiled and peered over her shoulder.

"It's being loved to pieces." She said pulling her sweater on. Sasha pulled out some high heels and Bosco arched his eyebrows.

"What are you doing with those?" He asked.

"I'm a woman. It's New Year's Eve." Sasha said sliding them on, "I have the right to dress up."

"Whatever." Bosco slammed his locker door, "See you in a few days."

"Later." She said.

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Bosco walked into his mother's bar. Rose didn't even notice that he came in. He settled down at the bar.

"Hey hotcakes. Care to service me?" Bosco called out.

"Maurice!" Rose grinned going over to her son. She spun around, "How do you like this outfit?" Bosco stared at her. Her breasts were spilling out of the shirt.

"Very nice, Ma." He said, "Bars really crowded tonight."

"You should have become a detective." She winked, "It's New Year's Eve, Maurice. We're doing it up!" Bosco chuckled.

"Yeah, I heard an ad on the radio." He said, "Get me a Coors Lite. I plan on getting fucked up."

"That's my boy." Rose chuckled pulling out a bottle. Bosco smiled grabbing the bottle. He looked around the bar. There were a few prospects there, but every one seemed to be with someone else.

"You should have a singles night or something." Bosco said.

"If you organize it, you can have one." Rose winked putting a plate of fries in front of him, "You need to eat."

"Thanks." Bosco chuckled. His mother was awesome sometimes. He began to nibble on the fries. The bar was getting pretty crowded. It was probably getting up to its fire code. Hey, He wasn't the fire marshal. Bosco glanced at the legs that were next to him. Lord, they were fine. They were attached to a nice short skirt. His eyes traveled up to the breasts and then her face. He chocked on his beer, "Christ, Monroe."

"What are you doing here?" Sasha crossed her arms trying to cover herself up.

"I should ask the same of you." He frowned swigging his beer.

"I wanted to have a fun New Year's. You know that." She said waving Rose over.

"Out of all the bars in New York, you had to pick the bar my mother owns." Bosco sighed. Sasha glanced at Rose. "Put anything she wants on my tab."

"Coors Lite." Sasha glanced at Bosco, "Your mother owns this bar."

"Yes I do." Rose winked at her son as she handed Sasha her drink, "Same beer. She's a good catch, Maurice."

"She's my partner, Ma." He said finishing his beer. His mother grabbed him another one.
"What happened to Faith?" Rose asked. Bosco spun around in his barstool and looked at the pool table.
"Want to play?" He asked.

"If you don't mind getting your ass kicked by a girl." Sasha chuckled jumping off the stool.

"I'm not going to loose to you so don't worry." Bosco mumbled walking over to the table. He glanced at Sasha's legs. "Why do you look like that?"

"Like what?" Sasha smirked as she put three quarters into the pool tables side.

"Like you're trying to get laid." Bosco said, "What happened to the sweater?"

"It's hanging up over there." Sasha laughed. "You left before I finished getting ready."

"Thank god." Bosco muttered. Sasha shook her head. He was so impossible sometimes.

"It's okay for a woman to let her hair down and slut it up every once and awhile." Sasha said racking up the pool balls.

"You're not a woman though. you're a cop." Bosco said.

"Are you going to play? Or are you going to bitch?" Sasha asked.

"I'll play and break." He said leaning over the table. Bosco could feel his mother's eyes burning into him. His mother was so stupid sometimes. Sasha wasn't a good catch. She was just...Sasha. Bosco hit the cue ball and broke. Balls went flying everywhere, but he didn't sink a single one. Sasha smirked.

"Good one." Sasha said.
"I've been drinking." Bosco said. Sasha leaned over and aimed. His eyes drifted to her chest. Christ, you could see everything. Didn't this woman have any decency? Sasha hit her cue ball and sank two solids into the left pocket. Sasha smirked as she stood up.

"I'm solid." She said missing her next shot.

"I figured as much." Bosco said finishing off another beer. his mother quickly replaced it. he gave her a look.

"I'll put some good music on." Rose chuckled. Bosco ignored her and shot a stripe into the pocket. Sasha watched him with a smile. She would loosen him up even if she had to pump more liquor into him. He was going to get an ulcer if he continued to be this serious. He sank another ball in.

"Good one." Sasha said as Rose turned on Beware of the Boys. She swayed her hips slightly as Bosco stood up. He glanced at Sasha in the corner of his eye. great, now she was dancing....in a short skirt. He drank his beer in two breaths. He sighed and missed his next shot.

"Your turn." Bosco said stumbling back slightly. Sasha continued to dance as she eyed her shot.

"Red in center pocket." She said. Bosco wasn't really paying attention to the game anymore. It was the liquor and the short skirt. he was staring at her rear as she bent over to make her shot. Sasha made her shot and laughed, "Got it."

"Ah huh." Bosco mumbled. Damn it, Bosco, stop staring at her like that. She's your partner. "Just until Faith is gone."

"Huh?" Sasha glanced over her shoulder.

"Ah...Just sink the green will ya?" Bosco muttered. Sasha looked back at the table and smiled.

"I didn't even see that one." She chuckled sinking the green in.

"Glad I could help." Bosco said watching her move around the table. She picked up her beer bottle and finished it off. She looked at Bosco. he was staring at her.

"What?" She asked touching her face, "Do I have something on my face?" Bosco shook his head.

"I was just noticing you're looking very pretty." he said. Sasha laughed.
"Have another beer and maybe I'll be beautiful." She said missing her next shot. Bosco didn't move.

"Well, maybe I'll have another one." he said.

"Maybe I should take you home." Sasha said, "How many of those have you had?"

"Only six and you're not taking me home." Bosco said glancing at the clock, "We're going to ring in the New year shortly." Rose turned the television on. Times Square appeared on the screen. "What a bunch of asses."

"They aren't cold with all that body heat." She said leaning against the pool table. "Are we going to finish the game?"

"No. You win." Bosco said staring at the screen. Sasha sighed.

"Fine, but you owe me a proper game when you're sober." She said.
"Deal." he said watching his mother stand up on the bar. Bosco groaned. She was wearing a very short skirt.

"Get ready!!" She yelled. Sasha smiled.

"This is so exciting." She said. Bosco looked at her. "I love New Years."

"Me too." He said. Sasha chuckled.

"SO you do have some depth." She said.

"I have plenty." Bosco glanced at her with a smirk. Rose jumped.

"It's dropping!!! Ten!! Nine!!" She yelled.

"Eight!" Sasha giggled.

"Seven." Bosco smiled at her.

"Six! Five! Four! Three!" The bar yelled, "Two! One! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"

"Happy New Year!" Sasha clapped her hands.

"Happy New Year, Sasha." Bosco said. She turned and smiled. her eyes widened as Bosco pulled her into a kiss.

Maurice Boscorelli was kissing her. Sasha couldn't believe it, but why wasn't she pulling away? She melted into the kiss more, letting Bosco deepen it. Her heart pounded in her chest. It had been years since a man had kissed her like his. A tiny groan escaped form her throat as she felt his tongue in her mouth. Bosco pulled away roughly.

"Bos..." She said. Bosco stared at her, suddenly he felt very sober.

"You should go." He said wiping her lipstick off of his lips.

"Why?" She asked.
"If you know what's good for you, leave." Bosco turned and stalked away. She watched him disappear in the back. Sasha growled grabbing her sweater. Only two minutes into the New Year and it was pure shit.

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