I drive around in my patrol car bored out of my mind. It’s typical Saturday night with drunks being the bulk of the problem. I only had 15 more minutes left on my shift and was hoping to get through without one more drunken idiot making me spend an hour doing paperwork. I see a crowd of kids walking down the block. They look young but I think to myself, ‘Screw it, I don’t feel like dealing.’
As if someone knew what I was thinking, once the corner is reached, a bottle flies into the air and crashes into a parked car window. “Son of a BITCH,” I yell as I flip on my lights and speed ahead. Everyone scatters the second the noise is heard. Boys and girls are running in every direction. I drive up to them and stop running out of the car to try and grab a few. Unfortunately, it is dark and with four different streets to rundown. I hesitate for a second trying to decide whom to chase and know I’ve missed my chance after running for maybe a hundred feet.
I walk back to my car angry. Just before I get it in, I notice a bush move. I take out my gun and light shining it on the spot. I squeal is heard from the bush and I yell to, “get out quickly with your hands up.” Out you walk. Dressed in a very tight dress, long blonde hair, and quite possibly the best tits I’ve ever seen. I order you to the hood of the car. You move over and put your hands down on the hood.
I pat you down firmly lingering slightly on your ass. “How old are you?” I ask.
“Twenty three,” you answer shaking.
“Don’t fucking lie. It will only make it worse.”
“I’m sorry, I’m twenty.”
I grab your arms and pull them behind your back. I take out my cuffs and feel you pull away slightly. “DON’T fucking move. You’re already in enough trouble.” I handcuff you and guide you into the back of the car.
I get in and slam the door. “Fucking kids acting like morons. You know how much paper work I have to do because of you?”
“Please,” you beg. “You don’t have to arrest me. I’m not that drunk. Just take me home. It will save everyone so much time.”
“How will you learn your lesson then? This isn’t how it works.”
“I’m sorry. It was my friends being stupid not me. I just wanted to go out and have fun.”
“Well I can see that you are dressed for a really fun night. What would have stopped someone from taking advantage of you? I know you think you look hot, but attract the wrong guy, and you are in for a dangerous night.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I won’t be unsafe again. Pleeeeease don’t arrest me. I’ll do anything.”
I look back at you and then at the clock. It’s 4 a.m. and I am so fed up with the precinct tonight. At a red light, I look back at you in the mirror.