Epilogue

“So, yeah, in summary, you are free to go with a warning...” The bartender was standing at the door of the police precinct. She was talking to a dorky detective and his hard-ass partner. “…and a small 500$ dollar fine.”

The bartender still hadn't found anything to wear, she was buck naked in the building. She crossed her long chocolate legs, toned arms folded under her chest.

All the other cops and people in the precinct were ogling at her, some more subtly than others. The poor detective struggled to maintain eye contact. But his partner, that scary woman, was staring at her with eyes so cold they were freezing her soul. Or maybe that was the AC? It was a chilly night to go around without clothes.

“So that's it? So long, thanks for your time, don't forget to pay the fine? You are going to throw me out of the building naked?! Isn't that illegal?”

“Not anymore. You are lucky we aren't throwing you in jail after you tried to flash the captain to get out of paying the fine,” the detective’s partner said.

“How was I supposed to know he was gay?”

“Cause he had the pride flag on his desk? I thought that was pretty obvious.” the dorky detective answered. “You know what? Doesn't matter. Want a ride home?”

“De un cerdo como tú? Ya quisieras hijo de puta,” the bartender replied.

“Oye malcriada caradura,” the detective's partner stood in front of her. She was so close that her badge brushed her nipples. “Si tienes algo que decir, decilo a la cara como mujer.”

“Easy, ladies, no need to fight.” The detective got into the middle. “I'll take that as a no then. Look, after your little stunt, the captain was adamant about not giving you any clothes, blankets, or anything that comes out of our budget. But he didn't say anything about our out-of-work clothes. I brought this shirt with me for today's World Cup match. I can lend it to you if you want.”

The detective lifted a football Jersey belonging to none other than the German team.

The bartender was at a loss for words, her mouth hanging a mile behind her chin. She turned around and opened the door, biting her lip to stop from squealing at the cold gust of wind that caressed her body. “You know what? Fuck the German team. I rather walk home naked!”