Two blocks away outside Barton Northern District Police Station, there is a bar called, JO'S BAR. This place is also called the police bar because this is where the police often gather after their work.
"Hey! Rance (James)!" Detective Coulson walked out of the bathroom behind the bar, staring unpleasantly at a trace of water on his pants. Once people reached middle age, this kind of thing would happen. Yes, you know what I am talking about. Coulson passed by James, who was on the phone and patted his partner's back: "Who are you calling?"
"A friend." James held the microphone, "Help me order a whiskey."
Coulson clicked his tongue and pointed his chin to the man at the bar: "You heard what the 'boss' said. Two glasses of whiskey!"
The man smiled and drew out two glasses. The detectives at the bar laughed at Coulson, "Coulson! You have a new boss! How is the treatment?"
