Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel...
"Do you know what time it is" I answered wearily, having been woken from much need sleep by my 'beloved' best friend/room mate's call.
"Three twenty seven and thirty one, two, three, four,..." he continued on, ever the smart arse.
"Yes, it is three fucking thirty in the morning, so why are you calling me at this time? If don't have your key on you, then forget it, you're sleeping outside, and before you call it a bluff remember the last four times you forgot them." I finished, rolling onto my back, attempting to brush my hair back from my face, phone pressed to my ear, mentally preparing myself for what ever story he was going to throw my way.
"Well, I'm kind of at the police station at the moment and I may need a ride and for my bestest buddy in the whole wide world to come down and give me a lift home" he replied as cheerful as anything, probably hoping that cheerfullness was infectious, knowing that he was treading on thin ice with me as it was. He knew how much I hated being woken up.
To be perfectly honest though, I wasn't surprised. With all that he got up to, it was only a matter of time before he got caught for something. I knew better than to ask what it was for now, better to beat it out of him once I got some rest. "Where am I picking you up from?" I enquired in a monotone.
"Oh my God, thank you soooooooo much Eddy,I'm at Central's main office, you know the one on the boulevard with the ice-cream store that we just love and that outlet store where..." I hung up, knowing that he'd ramble on for about as long as it took me to get there before he'd notice that i'd hung up on him.
Begrudgingly, I pulled myself out of bed, picking up a pullover, my wallet and unceremonially shoving my feet into some shoes before stepping outside. Pulling on the jumper as I made my way down the stair case, not bothering with the elevator, before leaving the apartment building and making my way over to my old bomb of a car. It was nothing but scrap metal, but I had a soft spot for the 'box on wheels' as Envy had dubbed it. As much as I loved it though, getting it started was a bitch.
Pulling up to the station, I let out a yawn. Man, friend or not, that boy was going to get it. Pocketing my keys, I headed into the station where my ever present headache was waiting, handcuffed to one of the seats in the foyer. He smiled sheepishly at me, and I returned his look with my infamous not impressed face,"Who do I have to speak to get you out of here?" coldly addressing Envy.
"The pig at the desk, and will you hurry. You know I only like being handcuffed when the cuffs are fluffy" he whined. Rolling my eyes, I turned my back to him and made my way to the desk and rang the bell, hoping to get this over and done with as soon as possible, I had a bed to get back to. What I wasn't expecting was for the before mentioned pig to be so young.
"So i'm guessing you're here to pick up that thing?" indicating to Envy, who having heard this gave out an offended cry.
"Yup, thanks for baby sitting 'n' all" yawning as I did. He chuckled, before pushing a piece of paper and a pen my way, "I'll just need you to fill out this release form Mister...?"
"Elric, Edward Elric." filling out the form as me made conversation, "And you are?" scrawling details such as birthdates, relation to the arrested, etc.
"Constable Roy Mustang at your service Mr Elric" smile on his face. I returned one in response.
"Will you two stop your flirting, these are starting to chaffe" a disgruntled voice came from behind us. I turned to the tall Ravenette "Sorry about his manners, he gets cranky when up past his bedtime"
"No problem, just make sure that he stays out of trouble" he responded whilst unlocking the handcuffs.
I turned and headed for the door, before looking over my shoulder"Can't make any promises there Constable" as I dragged Envy out of the station and towards the car.