Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the movie Losin' It. This is just for entertainment.
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My first thought when the cop put the handcuffs on me was, "What am I going to do now?" Here I was stuck in the Tijuana Jail with no way of getting out, atleast none that I could currently think of. I didn't know where my friends were, not that they'd really be able to help me out right now anyway. Even though the holding cell was full of other people, I was all alone in this filthy place and to say the least I was scared; but of course I'd never let my friends know that, that is if I ever saw them again.
I wondered through the cell looking for a place to sit, people were either lying or sitting everywhere. I found a spot over by a middle-aged looking man and asked if I could sit. He nodded his approval so I lowered my self down onto the dirty, stained mattress that was barely any thicker than a quilt and was so old and worn that it was nearly falling apart at the seams. I hadn't really even had time to sit down and catch a breath by the time a guy came out and all but ordered me to move, saying no one did anything in the place without talking to him first. Needless to say, after all I had been through today I wasn't in the mood for some jerk to come around ordering me around. Apparently it didn't matter what I thought though, because he knocked me around a few times before he finally threw me into the far wall, I didn't even bother getting up.
To make matters worse the whole reason why I was in here came walking through the door a little while later. I let out a groan and tried to hide my face from view, but it was no use they'd already seen me and were walking my way. That was all I needed, to get into more trouble seeing as I was in plenty already. One of the guys kicked me in the ribs, which were already sore from the fight earlier; I winced but tried not to show any other signs of pain. I didn't have time to do much of anything when the same guy from before came out and gave the new arrivals the same treatment I'd received only a short time ago.
I just started to settle down a little when one of the guards called to me and motioned for me to come to the door, I was free to go. I stood up and started walking out, taking note of the go to hell looks I was getting from my 'buddies' from the bar fight. I had just walked out the door when one of them came over to the bars and telling me that as soon as they got out they'd be looking for me, I just rolled my eyes and so him to screw off.
The guard let me out front where I was surprised, to say the least, to see Woody and Kathy. Apparently they had talked the cop that had arrested me into turning me loose since I hadn't caused any real trouble and I wasn't the one that actually started the fight. But I was never happier to be out of any place as I was that jail cell. To tell you the truth I was more than ready to leave Tijuana all together. I just wanted to get back home, get into my own bed and go to sleep. Then I'd get up the next morning to start my usual routine all over again.
