Author's note:

I should have mentioned this on the other two, but Ch1 is during episode 2, Ch2 during ep 3, and this during ep 4.

I laughed, sitting at the bar with Ezhno. "You're incorrigible!"

"She was so fine, Beyls. Oh my God," my brother said, closing his eyes in reminiscence. We were hanging out at the Blue Moon Bar; Ewan was watching sports with his friends. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, and the biggest-"
"Personality? Smile? Ego?" I suggested, knowing that this conversation was going downhill fast.
"All of those, actually," he said with a chortle. "Also tits."
"Oh stop it!" I scolded, slapping his arm. I rolled my eyes and looked around the bar. "Shit."
"What happened?" he asked, attempting to follow my gaze.
"Why is he here?" I grumbled, more to myself than Ezhno.
"Who?" he repeated in a whiny voice, annoyingly leaning into me. "That dweeb in that fag-sweater?"
I laughed at my brother's classless but accurate description. "Yeah. His name's Monroe. He was a suspect in a child kidnapping. No, he didn't do it. Nick somehow bonded with him and then I kind of did too. It was weird."
We watched as he tried to pick up a chick at the bar. She shot him down immediately and we laughed. "Go talk to him," Ezhno suggested.
"What? Why?" I said, turning quickly to him in surprise.
He laughed. "Woah, Beyls. How long have you been in love with this nerd?"
"Eww! Shut up!" I said, slapping him.
"Does Ewan know?" he asked with another chortle.
"There's nothing to know," I replied adamantly. I took an awkward swig of my drink.
"Oh, hello, beautiful," Ezhno said, spying an attractive woman on the other end of the bar. "Go talk to him. I'll call you if I need a wingman."
I sighed. "Call me when you need me to pick you up in the morning. Make sure I'm not at work."
"Yes, ma'am," he said and left to stalk his prey.
I shook my head and walked over to Monroe. "Monroe Monroe," I said, moving in next to him. "If you keep following me, I'm going to have to call up some of my cop friends for a restraining order."
"What?" he said, looking at me in surprise. "Your cop friend is the one who made me come here!"
"For a date? You and Nick coming out for a night at the club? Gonna do some grinding?"
"Eww," Monroe said, making a face. "What are you doing here? Grinding with Ewan?"
I laughed. "No. I'm supposed to be my brother's wingman." I pointed to him. Ezhno was leaning in and the girl was giggling at whatever he was saying.
"Are you guys twins?" he asked.
I laughed again. "Mom and Dad walways say we should have been. No, he's older. He doesn't act it, though. People always say we're alike when they see us together. I guess we must move the same way or something."
"Wow," he said in admiration. "Man's got game."
I sighed. "Yeah. I usually end up going home alone when I go out with him. I'm waiting for the chick that sticks." He looked up and saw us looking over. He waved to me goofily and I shook my head. But my smile gave me away and Ezhno continued on his merry way. "Oh yeah!" I announced, remembering. "I have your book in my car!"
"Were you planning on driving it to me? Tonight seems like a weird night to do it."
"No. I took it to work, you moron," I said, rolling my eyes. "There's some sick shit in that book. Those Grimms are screwed up."
"Yes, they are," he said with a mysterious chuckle.
"So," I started, "why did Nick call you out here? Where is he?"
"I was doing some undercover work," he explained, a little too excited.
"For what? Capra?" Monroe shrugged. "Small dude? Really ugly? Why would any woman want to benear this man?"
"That's the guy," Monroe said with a monosyllabic laugh.
"Why didn't he do it? Or Hank?" I asked, unsure why this sweater-wearing "dweeb" was Nick's first choice.
"He said that the guy already knew that he was a cop and Hank was investigating the B&B."
"I guess that makes sense," I said, nodding. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. When I took it out, I saw that Ewan had texted me.
WHERE R U? IN THE MOOD ;)
I sighed. I responded by telling him I was wingmanning for my brother. "Oh, boyfriends," I said, shaking my head and putting the phone away.
"Not fiancé?" Monroe asked, confused.
"Why would you-" I started but I stopped when I realized what he meant. "This?" I said, holding up the ring that I'd put on my left hand. "It's actually my class ring. I wear it so I don't have to put up with losers hitting on me when I go out," I explained, laughing.
Monroe laughed with me, looking at the ring. It clearly said my high school's name on it. "That's devious."
"It's practical," I countered. I got another text.
PLZ COME HOOOOOOOME!
I sighed and waved Ezhno down. He happily came trotting over. "Oh my God she's so fine," he said, leaning it to me. I could tell he'd had another drink or two.
"Ewan beckons me home. Can you take care of yourself?" I asked.
"Sure. I'm definitely going home with her," he said, nodding triumphantly.
"Go," I said, pushing him toward his prey. I turned to Monroe. "I'll see you around, Monroe."
"I think I'll leave now, too. No one's coming home with me tonight, anyway," he admitted.
I laughed. "That's for sure," I said and I was sure that Monroe had the urge to stick his tongue out at me. I laughed more. "Oh, lighten up. Come on. If I get one more text I'm going to flip." And we headed out of the bar.