Dejunier part 2

Might as well put another part of Dejunier up. Should probably share some more of the better parts, but I like this one.

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I turned around and looked down Main Street. Aside from the one or two cars making their way home from work, Dejunier was dead. I peeked in the station’s front window and saw Brian Priske’s feet up on the dispatch desk and his Official Dejunier Police Ballcap pulled low over his eyes. Looking at my watch I figured six was early enough to go down to Jolly’s Bar, get a burger, plug the jukebox with some Johnny Cash, and start drinking the rest of the evening away. So I walked away from the concrete steps of the station and headed down the two blocks of Main Street.
Jolly’s was pretty quiet as I walked in, a little too early for the regulars to be shooting pool and throwing darts. Though the Lullahy brothers were both at the bar beginning another night of drunken antics. They both looked up at me when I walked in with somewhat frantic expressions. I turned around to look at the boarded up window behind me and then back at them with a somewhat condescending smile. When I pulled out a stool at the bar thankfully they both got up and moved to a booth in the corner with their pitcher of beer and mutters about swine.
Out of the back room, Elizabeth Paulson came carrying two cases of beer for the bar. She saw me at the end of the bar and gave me a smile. She got behind the rail, set the cases down, and walked over to me wiping her hands off with a bar rag.
Elizabeth, she inherited Jolly’s from her grandfather about three years ago. She moved to Dejunier from her home and her “Lazy two timing Ex-Asshole” as she called him. I liked her, well maybe more than liked her. She was hell on two great legs topped with red hair and crazy, irish green eyes. She also liked to fish.
“Buisness or are you wearing that gun and badge to impress me Mr Lawman?” She gave me a little smirk and pointed with the rag down at my side arm. I turned a little red having her point that out to me. I guess I should’ve stopped in the station before.
“Maybe a little bit of both there Elizabeth.” I gave a little look over to the corner booth were the Lulaheys were stationed. “Those two still sore about last night?”
“They were in with the replacement money five minutes after I turned the deadbolt.” She leaned in a little too close and whispered “Then ordered their first pitcher on their Tab.”
She turned throwing that crazy red hair in my face and went back to her bar restocking leaving me with a little chuckle. I looked over in the corner two see the Lulahey’s, who were enrapt in our little interaction, comically find corners of the bar to switch their gaze to. Realizing it was about time I got off the clock, I undid the holster from my belt and put my gun up on the bar.
“Get me a beer and put this behind the bar for me, I’m off.” Almost on cue, The jukebox started up and Johnny Cash’s “Don’t Take Your Guns To Town” began playing through bar.

I will give Elizabeth credit; she knows her timing with people. I had finished three Leinie’s and packed away a cheeseburger before she asked me about my day. Most folks would have started right in as soon as I registered on their peripheral vision, but she waited until I had gotten comfortable so I could really spill the beans.
“So I heard you were out at the Cole’s today.” She asked as she pushed another bottle of north woods lager in front of me, leaning down on her elbows looking straight into my eyes.