Shaw's.

The door to Shaw's swung open. Two very red-faced police detectives, their bare bodies pressed awkwardly close together inside a small and soggy cardboard box, shuffled into the basement bar. It was around noon, and the bar was mostly empty. No more than half a dozen people lined the counter, and no more than half a dozen heads turned to take in the sight of Amy and Rosa creeping towards the centre of the room.

"Did it have to start raining?" Rosa muttered. She'd lost count of how many blocks they'd had to walk to get here, down public streets with nothing but the box to preserve their modesty and she wasn't in a very good mood. "This is all your fault, Santiago."

"How is it my fault?"

"It just is. Shut up."

Amy gave her a shove. Rosa shoved her back, harder, their warm hips sliding together. The box squeaked, threatening to tear. Hastily she huddled closer to the other girl, trying to ignore the uncomfortably intimate sensation of naked skin brushing against naked skin. At least the rain had taken the camera drone out. It had plastered their hair to their faces and threatened to dissolve their only article of clothing, but at least Gina couldn't watch them any more.

The bartender, a curvy young Latina, leaned forward across the counter and said "Hi, Rosa."

Rosa looked up, and her eyes went wide. "Oh," she said. "Hey, you."

"Forgot I was on duty, huh? This your new squeeze?"

"What? You know her?" Amy blinked in confusion. "Wait, didn't you guys..."

"Yeah, we did," said the bartender. Amy didn't like the look on her face. "For quite a while, too."

"We broke up," Rosa said.

"Yeah," said the bartender. "You dumped me. By text."

"I wanted to save you cab fare."

"And then I got a phone call from one Gina Linetti," the bartender said. "And now you're naked. In my bar."

"I didn't do anything," Amy said. "Dumping someone by text is terrible. I would never do that. Rosa, how could you?"

"It's underrated," said Rosa.

"And now I have your clothes."

"I guess you do."

"And you have my box."

"It's our box," Amy said. She could see where this is going, and she didn't like it. "Listen, this is between you and Rosa, okay? I'm an innocent bystander. I wasn't even supposed to be involved in this. Just let me go, and I'll..."

Rosa tore the box off and threw the remains across the counter. They landed with a splat behind the tap. She stood in the middle of the bar, stark naked, glowering at the bartender, while Amy shrieked and cowered and tried to hide behind her. The bartender smirked.

"Gina said I could make you do whatever I want," she said.

"Do your worst."

"Come on. I'm not that bad. I'm happy for you, really. In fact, I'm so happy, I want to see you give your new girlfriend a big, wet, sloppy kiss."

"There's been a mistake. I'm not her... I mean, I'm not gay... I mean, not that she's gay, she's bisexual... I mean, not that there's anything wrong with... mmmphlf!" Rosa had grabbed her, pulled her upright and shoved her tongue down Amy's throat. The bartender watched in satisfaction as the two detectives engaged in a passionate, **** make-out session, their tongues intertwined as their nude bodies writhed against each other. The handful of people in the bar were watching the proceedings with great interest.

"Fine," said Rosa, pushing Amy away. The other detective gasped for air, her cheeks glowing as her mind raced, trying to come to terms with the fact that she'd just French-kissed her friend Rosa in a public bar. While naked, of course. "Had your fun yet?"

"Not quite."

"Come on."

"See that table?"

"No."

"Bend over."

"No."

"Fine. Then you can walk back to the station naked."

"I can't do that."

"Then bend over."

Rosa scowled. The bartender smirked some more as she withdrew a wide, flat wooden paddle from behind the counter. "And your little friend, too," she said.

"Ow!"

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