It is 3 A.M. and Pats is driving home from a party.
Patsy looked back over her shoulder, her cigarette dangling dangerously from her mouth, "what a load of cack" she muttered.
A loud siren sounds but Pats keeps weaving down the road.
After a few minutes, a police cruiser pulls up beside her car, the policeman frantically gesturing for her to pull over.
She glances casually at the cop and winks at him like they are meeting at a bar.
He rolls down his window and shouts, "Pull over lady."
Patsy rolls her window down and smiles, her wig toppling forward "What?"
"Pull over, NOW." The cop was getting upset.
Patsy eventually pulls crookedly off the beltway.
The cop is almost knocked unconscious by the smell of alcohol coming from Pats as she opens her mouth to say "is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" She leered at him with a crooked smile.
"I hope you brought your pajamas because you're sleeping over," the policeman was not amused. "Get out of the car and put your hands behind your back, you are being arrested for driving under the influence."
At the police station Pats is still trying to flirt with him. She pulls her shirt up to expose her bra- the look on the cops face is one of horror.
"You can make one phone call but make it snappy." It was late and the cops were impatient.
Pats uses the pay phone and dials Eddy. The phone rings and rings, finally Saffron answers "Who is this?" she asks impatiently. "It is 3 in the morning for God's sake."
"Oh, it's you, where is Eddy?" Patsy was weaving back and forth.
"Mother is sleeping with Prince Valium again tonight." "What do you want?" Saffy was fuming.
"Well, uh I uh, well, I need a ride." Pats tried to keep her voice low. "I've been arrested."
"Finally, some justice" said Saffron. "I've been waiting my whole life for this." She slammed the phone down triumphantly.
Patsy is led to the cell. Five women are vying for sleeping space, having woken up to watch Pats get booked. Patsy is mumbling and pulling her prison pants up by the elastic.
She looks at her cellmates "Anyone got a cig?"
The other women shake their heads "where do you think you are?"
Pats looks around the room "Oh God, I've been captured by a girl's rugby team!"